Lyric Another Day, Another Dollar

[Master P]
Yeah, T-R-U, all about the paper chase
Young Silkk, bout to take y all foos on a journey

[Silkk the Shocker]
Seems it s 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 that s dropped
Have them niggas starin while they glarin
when I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a motherfuckin grip
it s 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 I ll blast you
if I have to(why?)
Because cash rules(damn)

[Chorus]
[Silkk] x2
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

[Master P]
Dolla dolla
Dolla dolla dolla bill y all...x3
Dolla bill y all
Dolla dolla bill y all
Dolla dolla dolla bill y all

[Silkk the Shocker]
Bitch I ma 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 i m silent, so you know a nigga a bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas show
they don t understand
Cause if I don t die or
go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, I ma 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)
I m just all about my paper

[Chorus]

[Silkk the Shocker]
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 fuck 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 fuck 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

[Chorus]

[Master P]
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 motherfuckin
dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage
Or whateva the fuck you wanna call it