Another Day, Another Dollar

[master p]
Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper chase
Young silkk, bout to take yall foos on a journey

[silkk the shocker]
Seems its a trip what niggas 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 thats dropped
Have them niggas starin while they glarin
When I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a motherfuckin grip
Its about that time
I got my hand upon my nine
Plus my money be on my mind
Stay away from these niggas
That be shady like a tree
I try to show em love
And get ta thinkin they can be me
But a nigga Ill blast you
If I have to(why? )
Because cash rules(damn)

[chorus]
[silkk] x2
Another day another dollar
Im all about that money an power
And if ya feel me then holla
If you cant yous a coward
Im all about tha dollar bills that I make
Its a day another dolla
Another dolla another day

[master p]
Dolla dolla
Dolla dolla dolla bill yall...x3
Dolla bill yall
Dolla dolla bill yall
Dolla dolla dolla bill yall

[silkk the shocker]
Bitch ima g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just fall away
(talkin gangsta shit)
And still cross-over like hardaway
I do more pimpin than scottie
A nigga fuckin violent,
Plus Im silent, so you know a nigga a bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas show
They dont understand
Cause if I dont die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, ima be tha man(damn)
And I be quick to hop in
Some gangsta shit(like that)
See if I had a quarter
For ever nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be rich
Kinda had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin like some diamonds
With my clique right behind me
Nigga 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
Shit, 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)
Im just all about my paper

[chorus]

[silkk the shocker]
I stay tru to tha ghetto
Even if I make a mill
Cause thats the only place I can go
When Im 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 cant fuck with you)
Beacause its 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 cant fade me
But they will try(nah they cant fuck with you)
Even though I wear a vest
And two straps you know ima still die(damn)
But until then Im bout my paper black
Cause aint no turnin back
And aint no savin that(savin that)
Cant take nothin with me
So I guess Ill be a dead g
And aint need for cryin over me

[chorus]

[master p]
Heh, young silkk
T-r-u, heh, we bout that money
Tha paper chase you know what Im sayin
Breakin bread, its all real
We all bout tha motherfuckin
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage
Or whateva the fuck you wanna call it