Bobby Sessions Dollars Sense Lyrics
Dollars & Sense by Bobby Sessions
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Bobby Sessions
Dallas, Texas, yeah, yeah
Yeah, High Standardz
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
C'mon Bobby
[Verse 1]
I said DJ Khaled gave me the key
Now I got the game on lock (got the game on lock)
I passed up all the rappers I was after
They in the same old spot (in the same old spot)
How many, how many mo' raps
Can you rap about the same ole Glock ('bout the same ole Glock)
It's a big ass world, but we rapping bout the same old block
('Bout the same old block)
It's 2016, don't be talkin' 'bout the shit we talked about at 16
I bet that burden's all my bitter friends hating
They get cocaine sniffing, bitches sitting in the Benz waiting
Hollywood is a dangerous place
I don't know why anybody stay in the place
They love treating niggas like dogs
"I told you to sit better, stay in your place"
I say
[Hook]
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you shit
Buy you
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you shit
Can't buy you
[Verse 2]
Triple D legend, ashes that I rose from
Smoking weed, bumping Manni Fresh
Everybody, everybody get your roll on
Hold on, going off the rails
Yeah it's hard to gel
Relationships with a bitch when you're locked in jail
Locked in cell blocks, blocked your cell
Got to sell crack, coke, dope and pills
Stop the bill, ah, so you're hard to deal
With the drama, baby mama take your every dollar
Ask Your Honor, "Do I have to honor this agreement?" (this agreement)
Cause this bitch is greedy, the baby need me
Every month, two grams for a roll of weed
That don't make no sense
Play off this, but it don't make no dents
Yeah, got you walking on a thin line
Gotta learn from the inside
[Hook]
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you shit
Buy you
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you shit
Can't buy you
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, Yeah, yeah, c'mon Bobby
I say
Yeah, yeah
Uh, Yeah, yeah, c'mon Bobby
I say
Fifties, fives, twenties, tens
Fifties, fives, twenties, tens (Uh)
Fifties, fives, twenties, tens
Fifties, fives, twenties, tens
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Bobby Sessions
Dallas, Texas, yeah, yeah
Yeah, High Standardz
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
C'mon Bobby
[Verse 1]
I said DJ Khaled gave me the key
Now I got the game on lock (got the game on lock)
I passed up all the rappers I was after
They in the same old spot (in the same old spot)
How many, how many mo' raps
Can you rap about the same ole Glock ('bout the same ole Glock)
It's a big ass world, but we rapping bout the same old block
('Bout the same old block)
It's 2016, don't be talkin' 'bout the shit we talked about at 16
I bet that burden's all my bitter friends hating
They get cocaine sniffing, bitches sitting in the Benz waiting
Hollywood is a dangerous place
I don't know why anybody stay in the place
They love treating niggas like dogs
"I told you to sit better, stay in your place"
I say
[Hook]
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you shit
Buy you
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you shit
Can't buy you
[Verse 2]
Triple D legend, ashes that I rose from
Smoking weed, bumping Manni Fresh
Everybody, everybody get your roll on
Hold on, going off the rails
Yeah it's hard to gel
Relationships with a bitch when you're locked in jail
Locked in cell blocks, blocked your cell
Got to sell crack, coke, dope and pills
Stop the bill, ah, so you're hard to deal
With the drama, baby mama take your every dollar
Ask Your Honor, "Do I have to honor this agreement?" (this agreement)
Cause this bitch is greedy, the baby need me
Every month, two grams for a roll of weed
That don't make no sense
Play off this, but it don't make no dents
Yeah, got you walking on a thin line
Gotta learn from the inside
[Hook]
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you shit
Buy you
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you a sense of purpose
Dollars and cents can't buy you shit
Can't buy you
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, Yeah, yeah, c'mon Bobby
I say
Yeah, yeah
Uh, Yeah, yeah, c'mon Bobby
I say
Fifties, fives, twenties, tens
Fifties, fives, twenties, tens (Uh)
Fifties, fives, twenties, tens
Fifties, fives, twenties, tens
Uh