We gonna break this down and roll a blunt 

 YEAH 

  

 ( Verse 1 ) 

 Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel 

 Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail 

 Destined to fail 

 But I done came to far to turn back 

 Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks 

 I learned to add and subtract 

 And I never went back 

 To that lil' school I had been sent to 

 Find some shit I could get in to 

 Been through more by the time I was eighteen 

 Then most people go through before they thirty 

 I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy ) 

 Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker 

 In one ear and out the other 

 I got a brother named bubba  

 Different daddy same mother 

 Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker 

 My told me son it's time to settle down 

 Momma your baby's a player and I get around 

 I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed 

 The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed 

  

 ( Chorus ) 

 If I had a dollar for all of y'all 

 That wanna see me in my grave 

 I could just pack up and move away 

 And spend the rest of my days getting paid 

 If I had a dime for every time 

 Somebody tried to insult my game 

 I'd be in the islands doing fine 

 Counting money sipping some champaign 

  

 ( Verse 2 ) 

 Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension 

 I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention 

 I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets 

 I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet 

 I'm money minded, saw my people progress 

 Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof vest 

 Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain 

 I know them killers is lurking 

 Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass 

 I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no cash 

 I'm gonna let them royalty checks accumulate 

 We so good with it there's nothing you can do but hate 

  

 ( Chorus ) Repeat 1 

  

 ( Verse 3 ) 

 Whooo 

 I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass killed  

 Filled with strap kneel 

 Cause over the passed years it's bad here in Nashville 

 This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field 

 Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real 

 Dropped a CD at every jackhead club 

 Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar motherfucker 

 But at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn 

 Visions of Benz's be bought and money being burned 

 I might not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk 

 And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's trunk 

 you know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that 

 I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that 

 So many setbacks I got to try to overcome 

 I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb 

 I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh 

 While that AK 47 shell cut me in half 

  

 Yeah, then you woke up you hater 

 Why don't you do something with your life 

 Get money boy, get up off yo ass 

 Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own 

 That's what the hell you need to do 

 Bring the hook back boy 

  

 ( Chorus )  

 If I had a dollar for all of y'all 

 That wanna see me in my grave 

 I could just pack up and move away 

 And spend the rest of my days getting paid 

 If I had a dime for everytime 

 One of y'all tried to insult my game 

 I would just... 

  

 ( Haystak ) 

 First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire 

 What couldn't I do if I had that 

 ( ha, ha, ha, ha ha