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Tru lyrics : "Another Day Another Dollar"


Yeah, T-R-U, all about the paper chase
Young Silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a journey



Seems it's a trip what ^!$$%s 'll do

for a grip in this day and age
See I be tryin' to get paid and
keep my game sharper than a fade (like that)

Ridin' through the hood in somethin' tight
like the Coupe that's dropped
Have them ^!$$%s starin' while they glarin'

when I hit tha block(woo %#@!)
On my way to check me a mother$#&@in' grip
it's about that time

I got my hand upon my nine
plus my money be on my mind
Stay away from these ^!$$%s

that be shady like a tree
I try to show 'em love
and get ta thinkin' they can be me

But a ^!$$% I'll blast you
if I have to(why?)
Because cash rules(damn)





Another day another dollar
I'm all about that money an power
And if ya feel me then holla

if you can't you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that I make
It's a day another dolla

another dolla another day



Dolla dolla
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all...x3
Dolla bill y'all

Dolla dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all



(*##$ I'ma G ^!$$% like all tha way
So ^!$$% they betta just fall away

(talkin' gangsta %#@!)
And still cross-over like Hardaway
I do more pimpin' than Scottie

A ^!$$% $#&@in' violent,
plus i'm silent, so you know a ^!$$% a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)

And some of these ^!$$%s show
they don't understand
Cause if I don't die or

go to the pen(uh huh)
%#@! huh, I'ma be tha man(damn)
And I be quick to hop in

some gangsta %#@!(like that)
See if I had a quarter
for ever ^!$$% told me they gonna major


%#@!, I be rich
Kinda had flow ons

them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds
With my clique right behind me
^!$$% you know, just where to find me

Just tryin' to get a buck,
comeup on the cut before the taz hit
But I been in this game so long

%#@!, I done mastered it
By any means
the more fiends, the more green I have

I just kick back
and watch them, go out and get tha cash
and then I laugh(ha ha ha ha)

I'm just all about my paper





I stay TRU to tha ghetto
even if I make a mill'
Cause that's the only place I can go
when I'm broke and I keeps it trill
You besta believe

how I be about my mail(what?)
Whether it be sun out,
rain, snow, sleet, or hail
You know I gots to, watch my back
and be 'for shure black

(they can't $#&@ with you)
Beacause it's a proven fact(what?)
that some of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be major
they trip

Cause how can I have a grip
and only be a teenager
You know they can't fade me
but they will try(nah they can't $#&@ with you)
Even though I wear a vest
and two straps you know I'ma still die(damn)

But until then I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no turnin' back
and ain't no savin' that(savin' that)
Can't take nothin' with me
so I guess I'll be a dead G
And ain't need for cryin' over me





Heh, young Silkk
T-R-U, heh, we 'bout that money
tha paper chase you know what I'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, it's all real

We all 'bout tha mother$#&@in'
dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage
Or whateva the $#&@ you wanna call it



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