Gunna feat. Young Thug – Dollaz On My Head Lyrics | Audio

Gunna feat. Young Thug – Dollaz On My Head Lyrics

Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick
I’ll pull up with a pink toe
I’m whippin’, she suckin’ this d**k
I put some diamonds on her toes
Let that ho know that I’m rich
We was used to pullin’ kick doors

I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler
I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my motto
Handle my problems, I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar
‘Cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader, I got ’em followin’
And my footsteps like the feds

I shoot like I’m Montana
Chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom
In the backseat sippin’ red
Uh b**ch, I’m from Atlanta
Where these h*es ride the d**k like peg, yeah
Condo like the pharmacy
I got codeine in my fridge, pour up

My bro on a steamin’ stove, cookin’ crack like grits
Got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin’ her in a pent’
LA live, I’m stayin’ at the Loews with this Hollywood b**ch
Got a nine and a snug-nose, can’t wait to let it hit

Pull up with a stick
I’ll pull up with a stick
I’ll pull up with a pink toe
I’m whippin’, she suckin’ this d**k
I’ll put some diamonds on her toes
let that ho know that I’m rich
We was used to pullin’ kick doors
You could still call it a lick

You broke and can’t be fixed
Went to Nieman’s and spent a nick
How you pour that Don’t make sense
I made a whole mile off an inch
I had ninety-nine problems
I just scratch you off the list
Got some millions and went and solved ’em
Now my neck cost a quarter brick

I’νe been gettin’ it since a toddler
I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my motto
Handle my problems, I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar
‘Cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader, I got ’em followin’
And my footsteps like the feds

I shoot like I’m Montana
Chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom
In the backseat sippin’ red
Uh b**ch, I’m from Atlanta
Where these h*es ride the d**k like peg, yeah
Condo like the pharmacy
I got codeine in my fridge, pour up

Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend
Told her Catch me, Catch me, I’ma lick her skin
She so precious, precious, might not f**k again
She too messy, messy, but hittin’, no flexin’
Rose gold ornaments
Dropped the two tint, car came with no tint
You don’t gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip
Bond 9 in the vent, think ’bout dyin’ and get spent

I got two B’s on my boxers and a thottie in the bed
I know n**gas ran up a milli’, still didn’t tell 12 s**t
I got skeletons in my closets, and they scared of me and s**t
Mason Margielas under the bed screamin’, Wrap me, kid
I put water on my head, then she got seasick
Couple opps played dead, and they still got hit
I done bent lil’ mama’s spine but that still ain’t my kid
Only reason I answer my line, is ’cause she drink my spit

I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler
I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my motto
Handle my problems, I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar
‘Cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader, I got ’em followin’
And my footsteps like the feds

I shoot like I’m Montana
Chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom
In the backseat sippin’ red
Uh b**ch, I’m from Atlanta
Where these h*es ride the d**k like peg, yeah
Condo like the pharmacy
I got codeine in my fridge…

➤ Written by Gunna, Young Thug & Mike WiLL Made-It
Album: WUNNA
Produced by Mike WiLL Made-It & Myles Harris
Gunna | Young Thug | 2020