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