Lyrics:
Addicted To A Dollar

m making, the less I can call mine Well, I'm addicted to a dollar, that ain't worth a dime I'm addicted to a dollar, that ain't worth a dime I pick up

Oh, I'm addicted as I want to be I'm addicted as I want to be I'm addicted as I want to be I'm addicted as I want to be I'm addicted as I want to be

with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a

my son addicted to Polo's Mommies a spinach dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's And if the numbers is right, I take a trip out to Houston A earthquake

still got underwear that?s sittin in the dryer How come every time that you?re suspicious I?m a liar? You stand out, I can hear you whistle in a choir

day That's, uptown, throw a stack at 'em *****z talk about me I'm throwin' shots back at 'em I'm a pipe, she like a ****k addict And she saw me cookin

we supposed to be And just get high off our own supply I'm addicted to your chocolate high I be trippin' in so many ways If I go a single day without a

still got underwear that?s sittin in the dryer How come every time that you?re suspicious I?m a liar? You stand out, I can hear you whistle in a choir

on Sally Jesse, put me on Donahue 'Cause I wanna tell the world about it Right now My dog's a narcoleptic, my mom's a circus freak I gotta get a spot