3 Dollars

Front row of the cat fight

The cash tight write it up flash light last night

Was a ball

Lost a eye off the fly y'all

Bloody tab he fell head first off the dry wall

Ain't no thing but a chicken wing

It's like the quickening quit your sickening bickering

Things kickin' in the wick is flickerin'

It's super mother frickin' villain

Witchin' through thick and thin

Oh no the beat is like go go in buffet

Except there ain't no

Pork and the beans up in the buffet

He ain't lyin'

Wreck confessions as a rag bite

Sent it as a beamed text message off the satellite

Reflect it like SolarBright

When he hold the mic

He run the mic like Dolemite

It don't match what the decor

But duty stay in drawers

Give a round of applause for Rudy Ray Moore

Smell the piss on the restroom floor

No doors

Whores testing the course

Need more three dollars on the tab with the cash

Easy stash

Show off the a** get past faster than the avalanche

Hoes know this is quotable

Club thugs filling up the show trying to overdose

And the bouncers are haters

They act tight

And these drunk a** niggas always trying to fist fight

Ain't no wrong

Tell them that's right

Blow more smoke than a motorbike's tailpipe

Seen the villain chillin'

Had to pay a visit

Super human sh*t

Raise the ceilin' while I raise a million

While I'm in the buildin' b**ches sittin' catching mixin' feelings

Like a bad case of intervention

Straight ventin'

Cat fight still appealin' to my innervision

Trying to mack in the back during that intermission