Ay, oh, ay, oh

Hot Dollar!

I been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

J.R., DJ Ill Will

Ay, oh

I been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

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I've made it this far now they askin' me why

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

'Cause I've been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

Stepped in the club, fresh white T on

Swagged out jeans that I spent about a G on

I used to be your neighborhood D-Boy

Grew up like C-4, now I sleep next to the sea shore

I still hustle Sunday to Monday

The difference is, I date chicks that walk on runways

Girls in the V.I., like nigga do your dance

But I can only two-step with this glock in my pants

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From the block to the fame, you know Hot the same

Cat from way back, they used to rock the 'caine

Now I dress flashy and rock big chains

But I'm still the same cat that'll pop them things

I been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

'Cause I've been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

We in the club so faded that we're standin' on the sofa's

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The black La Costa Nostra doin' the West Coast, I'll pull my

I put my tux in the closet, and hung up my dickie's

My crown or the jeans cost about a buck fifty

Everybody love me, yeah I'm so fly

My girl got a girlfriend, that's no lie

Call up Felli Fel and tell 'em to run the sirens

I murder the track you rappers know where to find me

Ay waiter, more Patron

You see the groupies takin' pictures with their camera phones

Return of the Jedi, I be Darth Vader, I smoke haters

Then I'll want no six and part later

I been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

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I've made it this far now they askin' me why

'Cause I've been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

Feds on my bumper, they want to throw a charge at me

Your girl on my dick, she want to throw it all at me

Hood president, isn't it evident

I'm heaven sent, yeah, better day than you ever been in

High powered rappers, only good for ringtones

I'm still on the block, half a mil' in bling on

Black Ferarri Testarossa, beach house in the 'mosa

Dinner with my Broker, yeah we're watchin' Oprah

Then I'm back to the ghetto, hello

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Keep a thick chick, dark skin, caramel yellow

The southwest ambassador smoke blunts and laugh at ya

I'm a Bentley driver, you a Ford Focus passenger

I been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

'Cause I've been on the block, hustlin' every night

By the stop sign, man moving these dimes

I've made it this far now they askin' me why

I've made it this far now they askin' me why