Dollar Bitch (feat. Maffew Ragazino) - Roc Marciano & The Alchemist

This ain't no music for the club or you cats in love This is music for my bugged out goons on drugs I make music for the creeps that should be 6 feet A new Bentley made it out by the skin in they teeth And they be already stealing ready for beef In the... building having a feast Eating good of my criminal mind and crime biz Leave my checks and food stamps the same thing It's thanksgiving in my hood like everyday Lot of thirst game cut lot of full game ate And you ain't' safe roaming in the same place Putting yo hands on everybody's money like the bank Putting yo hands on everybody money get you shot I'm the one you could thank bang bang white toddler Yo bank and ball on 'em keep 'em guttered like my cousin You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe come through cover yo face You ain't sky free cause you got freedom the case You ain't G you got 3 niggers running up state Take my niggers that will come through papa's yo weight See'em lying in the stand Benedict Wise man throw yo ax up bias in the can 18 watching from the van About to drop you dropping up the spot while you're dropping out the van APB on yo head in every hood EMT on the set is never good blood spilled Pick him up he gotta post still That's Karma brought it up a duck tale Informer, duck tape, riot at chest Going up turn page right up on yo desk You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace Money don't make you safe you want Kevlar vest without a gun on yo waist And yo cup diesel buddy go with skinny But when a bag check when they commence the beating Now you're on a world star humping Black and blue like a paramour save the J What a disgrace to your neighborhood You can't even show yo face in yo neighborhood And you grew up there nigger Fuck ass nigger you grew up square nigger Get a blue nose pin if you scared nigger This war outside Should've been more prepared nigger The more I let the story and start bluffing Like they toughen your racks but really want nothing Ain't no future in front nigger The future for nothing Is wear you do it for nothing You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace

Statik Selektah Queens, New York Flushing shit (We backkkk againnnnn) That's right Yo Sour smoke out the nasal The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you Pop off material, get laid up n sprayed up just like arterial Clementine nine, dripping venereal Linguine linguistics that left my verbal lesson saucy Send a message, leave you sleeping next to headless horsey Play the plaintiff, I'mma slide off to prior engagements Let you die in the basement/Toast wine from the time of the ancient- Turkish warriors, cobblestones in Macedonia Albanians in Shkup... never living by the book We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy Never do dirt in our own land That shit's forbidden, G Hoxha singing from the top of the Xhamia Pickled peppers at the picnic table Feta cheese, perfect Flia Straight outta Dukagjin One of the illest places No one's smiling There's only drunken men with killer faces -Meyhem Lauren- I'm known for simmering the mean gravy Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy New York made me The most official, to holster pistol Trim the fat, scrape the gristle Meyhem Lauren will make your family miss you I'll gladly press the trigger button If you press an issue Whether it's beef or beats I try to make a casket fit you We'll fuck you up then fuck you up And then come back to get you And do that two more times We call that shit a triple triple My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple Our hollow tips will hit you Leave you with an altered nipple Slumped over saying "Lord, please have mercy" Or play the G, now we made hot flames burst me Queens veteran, dressed like tennis men Back block medicine, slap chop venison Knock, knock, let us in My whole clique's equipped to shoot though My army got more fucking arms than a can of pulpo -Maffew Ragazino- Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's Some will overstand but common men never receive the message Concepts like I'm Frank Butcher Neighborhood pusher, 62's through ya sub woofer Unca nunca for the pitbulls with red noses Wet bogies dipped in shit to stop bodies from decomposing Cool, calm and collected Keep my composure All my business in black and white like negative exposures Keep a Polaroid for the posers A picture's worth a thousand words So lock and load up You don't know me from a hole in a commode, bruh I am the shit, just ask your bitch I bet she know, yup It's St. Maffew Truffles in that duffle Princess in the catsuit -AG Da ner- This is dope fiend rap Have a nigga leaning sideways Frankie Blue Eye shit I do it my way Legendary, scary, February Valentine murder Ike Turner, gun butt with a nice burner Bluey spot guzzler Long Island Tea sipper Mind of a killer Trenchcoat Mafia nigga Hollow point slinger Smile while I'm flipping fingers Angels and demons Mellowed out, Stylistic singer Corner store postup Backstreet wanderer Butter your toast up Tight pussy conqueror Smart aleck, talk back, type of nigga Fuck you Disrespect your mother, your brother Father and son, too (everybody!) Long live the music cause it's part of my blood But how long can I stay breathing Only God is my judge Through the lights, cameras and action Glammer, glitters and gold Every legend repping my era Carries part of my soul (90's, nigga)

Ceasar built an empire Ruled from shore to shore Now he's mostly remembered For when a baby was born He wanted everyone counted So everybody went He was the main attraction, But even he missed the main event Later on at the temple Time for the offering came The coffers rang with the money The wealthy people gave Jesus said, "See that woman?" "She gave her last two cents." Y'all were the main attraction But she was the main event So it makes me wonder What goes missing in our lives What matters most so often goes unrecognized Crowds at the crucifixition All the disciples fled Three days found in hiding Underneath their beds The women went to the graveyard Came back and told the men, "You saw the main attraction," "But you all missed the main event." So it makes me wonder What goes missing in our lives What matters most so often goes unrecognized When Jesus said, "Seek the kingdom" Maybe what he meant Is this world's main attractions, Are hardly ever, almost never The main event

(Oh, baby) Hundred block (hundred block) Huh, hundred block (hundred block) Pimpstead, nigga Shit crazy Answered the call, declared war I swore I saw blood on the dance floor (I seen it) Contact the janitor when the shells from the hammer fall Laying on the floor by the handful It's cool, the flannels made of lamb's wool Took my chances dancing with wolves Now the Lamborghini Urus is tangible The steering wheel ain't never felt hands this smooth (never) It's crazy I don't even get manicures (woo) I told shorty, she stole jewelry from me This authority (sit yourself down, yeah) You can't be airing out family laundry, that shit corny (shit corny) The naked city came with eight million stories Baby girl eyeballs got watery (cryin') Lord, give me the strength not to abuse my authority How long is the tallest tree? Got a quarter in the Goyard toiletry In all colors from orange to green (woo) I'm shitting on everything (shitting on everything) Hey, Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shittin' on everything Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings My artistic prowess, these are God-given powers Cowards ain't wanna give me my flowers, it's childish Don't make me beat a bitch down on some Chris Brown shit And spin the block on your town 'cause I'm well-rounded (sit yourself down, yeah) Boy, I'll down you, you should wear crowded Niggas down with you left dumbfounded Astounding, cop the Patek Philippe drowned it Left the counter wet like a pound of salmon It's real, it don't just sound slick on the album Six for the trousers, I'm just browsing arouses 11 thousand It's hard to stay grounded when you a falcon (it's hard) Huh, this the top the mountain It's clouded, I don't know what clout is I don't count niggas chips like accountants I just know the crocodile's Italian I don't know what else more I could tell ya Huh, I don't know what else more I could tell ya Hey, Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings (chill, man) Designer cars make the bitches wave (I genuinely be worried 'bout y'all niggas, man) I'm shittin' on everything (The fuck y'all niggas gon' do, man) (When I wake up and find out this shit ain't gon' work?) (Sit yourself down, yeah) Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings (fuck it) Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shittin' on everything (back to) I'm shitting on everything (this, memories) Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shitting on everything Huh, nigga (Oh, baby) (In autumn water) (It's not always easy) (But as the salmon move forward upstream) (The grizzlies are here too)

Jump out the Fisker and come cook your ass Uh Burr Yo Your favorite rapper send fan mail to me Your lil' LP ain't worth 12 pennies 17 shells in the semi That's the same iron that burnt Penny (tss) This the flow that earned me a Bentley It came with my own personal Fonzworth Bentley (yes, sir) Pretty bitch with some perky titties I heard your cheese tighter than virgin kitty (niggas broke) But that's besides the point, if I point You gon' catch a hollow point (there he go) Your product of choice, god got moist (wet 'em) You seen the light at the end of the tunnel Try me, I will be delighted to pop your bubble Might even give your wifey a couple in the thigh muscle, I chuckle Uh, you know my body quality over quantity (uh) He couldn't possibly make another quantum leap Top of the heap, ask my colleagues (ask) You just tryna get by like Talib Kweli (woo) Only the throne is my comfort zone Where I'm from, if you an unknown You better come with a pole (better) Live by the codes niggas uphold I got no love for hoes (none) Ya dun know (niggas know), ya dun know (Marci') Uh, I made murder sexy Might catch me in the F430 with a dirty Pepsi Look how early shit turned messy Topsy-turvy, put in work on them jive turkeys Push a line on the opps 'til the timer pop I seen a lot as a child, I was traumatized (help me) Now it's monetized, they swore I had Masonic ties But my eyes only recognize dollar signs The bag I'm in now different The Louis luggage 30-thousand, I was power trippin' I'm at the house snickerin', countin' chicken It's sickenin', I whipped the brick, now it's submissive Listen