Cole Myer - One Dollar (feat. epic mac) Lyrics

I'm in the back of the convertible smacking pineapple peels
I'm riding around, I see the flashing lights, we up in the hills
And if it's a competition, then I'm gon' shoot to kill
Epic Mac put his face on the one dollar bill
Ha, ha, man of the people you got move if you is in my way
All these bitches bad and bougie, I'ma take them out to Chick-Fil-a
I would take you out to dinner, but I don't think I would ever pay
I can tell you something different, you don't want to hear it, not today
Watch me dumping out my money, you can see it flushing down the drain
I don't wanna look too far away, I don't want my eyesight to strain
We gon' pull up with a chopper, watch a motherf*cker go bang-bang
Got a bottle rocket, I'm gon' watch it pop, it scatter out your brain
Voodoo magic, I do voodoo magic on a voodoo doll
Take you out to dinner, we was shoppin, I was at the mall
I'ma get the paper, get the cheese, and get the bread, that's all
It's gon' only take a second, why don't you go ahead and make that call
Man of the year, f*ck it, men of the month
I could pull up on a bitch and kick his head just like a punt
And I'm a big dog, boy, you is just a runt
You can tell by his Instagram that he do it as a front
When I get famous, I wanna be like Kevin Gates
I want my name to be in front of three estates
I gotta buy some land, I need some real estate
I'm pullin' up on women that I never date
I'm in the back of the convertible smacking pineapple peels
I'm riding around, I see the flashing lights, we up in the hills
And if it's a competition, then I'm gon' shoot to kill
Epic Mac put his face on the one dollar bill
Ha, ha, man of the people you got move if you is in my way
All these bitches bad and bougie, I'ma take them out to Chick-Fil-a
I would take you out to dinner, but I don't think I would ever pay
I can tell you something different, you don't want to hear it, not today
She got her face on a dime, I mean, her face is all mine
We boutta make a baby dollar ten in no time
I call it Chick-fil-A, but even on Sundays
Her legs are open and I'm workin' that thing nine to five
Got a double cup, but I ain't pourin' lean, I'm sippin' water
Even if the place on fire, I walk in and make it hotter
I walk in and make it hotter, I walk in and take your daughter
Padre tryna stop me, but I'm way too good at problem daughter
Don't need a mirror for reflection, I look at my bills
Total perfection in my head, man, I don't need no pills
UAV flyin' over my head, I got too many kills
UAV flyin' over my head, I got too many kills
They gon' put my face on the one-dollar bill
They gon' put my face on the one-dollar bill