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R Kelly

Dollar Bill

 

Dollar Bill

(album: R - 1998)


[Tone:]
Unstoppable
Trackmasters, Rockland, come on

[Foxy Brown:]
Na-na so sick, make your toes twitch
Get up in yo' ass and ride that shit
Oh yeah, dare you act shady with the first lady?
Let's go half on this baby
Inner thighs thick so when we fuck you must put me in a Swiss ho'
Room 704, fuck they mad at me for?
Skin copper, na-na stay proper, who could stop her?
My thing'll have doing somersaults
All that platinum shit you bought?
Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain't my fault
Keep the wrist rocky, attitude cocky
Next time you see me, address me like "Miss Foxy"
It's for the wrist? Cop it. If it's a six? Drop it
Thongs with topless, how you like that Robbie?
Ain't nothing sweet, you know my style, doggy style
From the back, in the back, hit it like that

[R. Kelly (Foxy Brown):]
The dollar bill
(Nothing but stacks get you anything)
(Anywhere, as a matter of fact, dollar bill)
Say what you want baby
While you be stalling at the lights
We be dipping in Mercedes
(Dollar bill)
Can get us from here to Rio
In two hours first class still time to take a shower
The dollar bill
(Where ever we be it's VIP stats, no doubt)
(So what y'all cats know about that)

[R. Kelly:]
Say lady, I'm liking what I see
Come on and talk to me baby, baby, baby
Can't you see one night is all I need
We'll go somewhere and be
Talking about your future plans with me
I would do anything
To have you in my life, that's right
We can take a flight out of here, go anywhere

Uh uh, I got proof rims on the V-12
Make you raise the roof, no gold in the tooth
Put some in the vault CDs overseas
Private lofts, I'm you haters holocaust
Ain't my fault I rap, then still made a mill'
But it's my fault I got my own label deal
Vacation in Japan while you wish for Bennihana's
On the way to pick up Madonna, the ill na-na

[Foxy Brown:]
Now you know the na-na plays with the big boys
Everything from the six coupe to the big Royce, can you handle that?
A lotta sass and ass with that
And I'm strictly for the dough
So, fuck you think I'm here for?
Princesses in a row, row platinum status
Ice lace to pink face
Then I back the faggots
See me rocking everything from Mongolians to Persians
Y'all still learning, I got 'em swerving, through a sermon
And there's nothing you can tell me 'bout these cats that I
Don't even ram through a plan, too much stack
Must I, continue this?
Might be a couple of cats that I miss
We could skip the French kiss, take it straight to the wrist
And it gets no iller than this
Na-na engraved on canary ice, see me wear it twice
Did y'all niggas hear me right?
Me and Kelly put the lock down on New York to Chi-town
His town to my town, for the dollar bill

[R. Kelly (Foxy Brown):]
The dollar bill
(Nothing but stacks get you anything)
(Anywhere, as a matter of fact, dollar bill)
Say what you want baby
While you be stalling at the lights
We be dipping in Mercedes
(Dollar bill)
Can get us from here to Rio
In two hours first class still time to take a shower
The dollar bill
(Where ever we be it's VIP stats, no doubt)
(So what y'all cats know about that)

[R. Kelly & (Tone):]
Tell me who that said that we couldn't rock
I roll the dice, bet the dots say we won't stop
I roll from Chi-town to Cali, hit your block
I bless the day that R&B music meet hip hop
(You haters thought that Kelly couldn't keep it hot)
Even when I'm in your face, y'all see me not
Sporting nothing but the rocks, navigators on the block
Meridian CDs with five TVs
College honeys follow in your GS3
We on the way to IHOP, coming from the spot
Niggas in the lot jamming to the knock
(Y'all mad 'cause you can't get what we got)
Who's the number one contender, January through December?
Cut your forest down while you niggas screaming Timothy
Sophia know me from the beach house in Miami
(Banks know me) so I could give a damn about the Grammys

[R. Kelly:]
The dollar bill
Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
The dollar bill
Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
The dollar bill
Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
The dollar bill
Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
The dollar bill, Trackmasters, Rockland

done

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