More songs by Project Pat
Description
Composer: King Cobra
Composer: Project Pat
Lyricist: King Cobra
Lyricist: Project Pat
Lyrics and translation
Original
-All I see is dollar signs. -W-where the cash at?
-All, all I see is dollar signs. -W-where the cash at?
-All, all I see is dollar signs. -All I see is dollar signs.
-All I see is dollar signs. -So you know what's on my mind.
W-where the cash at?
W-w-w-where the cash at? All I see is dollar signs.
So, so, so, so, so, so, -so you know what's on my mind.
-Roll dice, shooting crack, selling weed, -smoking pimp, nigga.
-Dollar signs in my eyes, hands on the -steel trigger.
-Busting chicks, playing hoes, anything for the dough. If a stash spot looking poor, pull up, jingle.
Forty-four swing like a bat, connect into your skull. Door open, Project Pat VIP smoking bud.
Hood sleek, keeping street, money foes, stripper hoes.
Rosé bottles, popping bottles, watching -gon' get bullet holes. -All I see is dollar signs.
-W-where the cash at? -All, all I see is dollar signs.
-W-where the cash at? -All, all I see is dollar signs.
-All I see is dollar signs. -All I see is dollar signs.
-So you know what's on my mind. -All I see is dollar signs.
-W-where the cash at? -All, all I see is dollar signs.
-W-w-w-where the cash at? -All, all I see is dollar signs.
-All I see is dollar signs. -All I see is dollar signs.
-So, so, so you know what's on my mind.
-Nike game fresher than some food that been refrigerated. Step out and I swear them bitches get to hyperventilating.
Dollars what a nigga chasing, holla if you feel me, partner.
Keep them Cleveland bitches pussy wetter than Lake Erie water. And I heard that your father got a daughter, so
I gotta meet her, bring her to my office. I made one offer, got her clothes off.
I was gonna spoil her, but nah, not bothered.
I'd rather lay back, count these dollars. Money be stacked like a Pringle can.
King Cobra, but I rock jewels, so these hoes think a nigga named Killa Cam. Nigga, damn, listen, man.
This for my fam up in the land. We good even though LeBron James left us and ain't give a damn.
Kush came from Afghanistan. Head spin like a ceiling fan.
These niggas claim they want them problems and the gun bust quick like a Minute Man. Dark liquor we sipping, fam,
Hennessy in my white cup.
Pulled up in a white truck with a Black whore and white slut.
Niggas want war 'cause I'm iced up, and these hoes want it 'cause I'm getting bread.
But Project Pat told me back in the days to not play with these chicken heads.
Dollar -signs in my eyes. -All I see is dollar signs.
-W-where the cash at? -All, all I see is dollar signs.
-W-where the cash at? -All, all I see is dollar signs.
-All I see is dollar signs. -All I see is dollar signs.
-So you know what's on my mind. -All I see is dollar signs.
-W-where the cash at? -All, all I see is dollar signs.
-W-w-w-where the cash at? -All, all I see is dollar signs.
-All I see is dollar signs. -All I see is dollar signs.
So, so, so, so you know what's on my mind.