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Track 16 from Watermelon,Chicken and Gritz album. Lyrics: [Skinny DeVille] I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple Game simple, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain't Now who the hell gon' save it right That ain't gon' change the way you think I took a buck fifty, ballin on a budget, bought a Dutch Quickly spilled it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky Man that blunt did it, sour then McDonald's make the world pick (If any nigga got it) Shit Skinny finna get it (Get it) While it's gettin good and hold it for a minute Let that shit bubble, weigh it up and chop it when it's finished (We gon' drop it when it's finished) for some dollars and some pennies Like a dime relentless, Nappy niggaz all about the Benji's (Benji?) Not the dog naw, we're talkin bout the dead prez Slaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing and fed bread Dough like the cash flow, finna keep my fo-cus Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit (Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit?) Boy yeain't know that money make the world go Hustlin for pennies, nine-four for it real slow [Chorus] [Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny [Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's? [Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny [Scales] Won't you give me a dollar since ya got so many [Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny [Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's? [Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny [Scales] Won't you give me a dollar since ya got so many [B. Stille] (Whatchu want man?) (?) said a hundred for that Super happiness, a blunt and a sack Who could we feel like this, I don't need no crack Weed smoke comin out the front of the 'Lac (chrome) Gun in the lap and a gun in the back Come to realize we was goin that fast I blink my eyes, follow runnin my tags (get out the car) Next time I travel somewhere dirty I'ma come in a cab [Scales] I can't knock all the rocks you rock How I'ma cop all them yachts ya got? You get props on the bop-she-bop Let's keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT! Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order Spinnin air, fumes blowin, silver spoons (Rick Shroeder) The dollar value gets shorter as you get older Hey come here for a minute Don't tell nobody I told you but uh... The dollar value gets shorter as you get older [Chorus] [R. Prophit] Aww, y'all boys done up and done it, spun it, flaunt it Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I'm blunted Everybody fend for they self - they tell me strong-arm while it's only ten on the shelf (watch out! watch out!) Like this, Galloping Ghost flow ferocious Break down bones like osteoperosis (ohh!) Prophit's in a coma, back stuffed with explosives Postage to the White House, fuck all that bullshit It's kinda funny, everybody love money to death Not that, 3% control America's wealth Need some help? Look at yourself, sure ya do Y'all feel like "fuck the world?" me too (?), can't get rich being complacent Know ya gotta rebel when ya can't make a payment Water like ice cubes for big faces Face it, we're livin with racists, outrageous Wild, host-ile, shake up stages, contagious Young baby don't have patience, what my name is? R. Prophit (yes sir?) sing the cadence [Chorus] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny... Dime, quarter, nickel, penny... Dime, quarter, nickel, penny...