"Use To Sell Dimes" lyrics
(with Payroll Giovanni)
Uh
Like my nigga KeySA
Yeah
Yup, rags to riches
Let me tell you a lil' story to start it off
Verse 1
Okay, where should I start?
Posted on the block, dart when you see the narks
Oh no, that's too far, let me take you back tomorrow
When I had to buy no school clothes and bought my first half O
My granddaddy sold a lil' crack, I was broke
Pockets flat, so I wanted in on that
So I became a supplier
Baggin' up eight-balls while I watch The Wire
Used to hide my re-up in the basement by the tires
I remember like yesterday
I got a few complaints I needed better yae
No expensive jeans yet and no Benny plates
But when I pull my stack out, you should've seen the bitches' face
I was sellin' rocks all day around the clock (All day)
Dropped out of school, shit, I'm posted on the block
Fightin' with my family every time I came home
Like, "You need to get a job", but it went in one ear and out the other one
Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line
Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines
Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time
This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes
I-I-I used to sell dimes (Okay, this the part I really start grindin')
I used to sell dimes (Come on)
In the cold, blowin' in my hands (Freezin')
Sellin' snow, tryna come across a couple grand (A couple dollars)
And sellin' 'bows but a nigga didn't have the bag (Nah)
I used to sell forty of 'em just to see a band (Damn)
Even holidays, I would still supply the yae
Still fightin' with the fam', boy, you just like your dad
My granny wanted me to be an old architect
Instead, I got this doctor mask on makin' blow stretch (Yeah)
Ridin' on the freeway, heart beatin' in my throat
'Cause I got no L's and my trunk full of dope
Plus a pistol on my waist, I didn't trust them niggas
If they tried to rob me, I had to bust them niggas
Can't let a nigga take my shit like a lame (Never)
Gettin' your sack ran, you might as well quit the game (Give it up)
A couple niggas fucked some cheese up and played phones
[?] cut them niggas off and balled hard on they ho ass
Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line
Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines
Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time
This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes
I-I-I used to sell dimes (Now this the present)
I used to sell dimes
Used to ride in the Phantom (Rolls-Royce), me and Jeezy
With a loose redbone, she's so sleazy
The game still callin' me, it say it need me
I'm tryna fuck with rap now, because it feed me
Tipsy off a PJ, in somebody club
All on my celebrities, but I'm with all thugs
Lookin' down at my jewels, like how I get this?
It's comin' back to me now, I had to flip shit
Twenty on my wrist, another forty on my neck
I hustle hard with the bet, that's how I got respect
If she ain't loyal to my niggas, fuck an outsider
Ended up a rap star, started as a yae buyer
Louboutins on my feet about two G's
That used to be my re-up on two OZ's
They don't know me, they only know the shine
(Ended-, ended up ballin' and I used to sell dimes)
Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line
Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines
Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time
This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes
I-I-I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes
Rags to riches, no cash to digits
From local rats to the baddest bitches
From rags to riches, no cash to digits
From local rats to the baddest bitches
From rags to riches, no cash to digits (Yeah)
From local rats to the baddest bitches (Baddest bitches)
From rags to riches, no cash to digits (Yeah)
From local rats to the baddest bitches (Ha, yeah)
Doughboyz Cashout
From the bottom to the top
I used to sell dimes
Like my nigga KeySA
Yeah
Yup, rags to riches
Let me tell you a lil' story to start it off
Verse 1
Okay, where should I start?
Posted on the block, dart when you see the narks
Oh no, that's too far, let me take you back tomorrow
When I had to buy no school clothes and bought my first half O
My granddaddy sold a lil' crack, I was broke
Pockets flat, so I wanted in on that
So I became a supplier
Baggin' up eight-balls while I watch The Wire
Used to hide my re-up in the basement by the tires
I remember like yesterday
I got a few complaints I needed better yae
No expensive jeans yet and no Benny plates
But when I pull my stack out, you should've seen the bitches' face
I was sellin' rocks all day around the clock (All day)
Dropped out of school, shit, I'm posted on the block
Fightin' with my family every time I came home
Like, "You need to get a job", but it went in one ear and out the other one
Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line
Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines
Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time
This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes
I-I-I used to sell dimes (Okay, this the part I really start grindin')
I used to sell dimes (Come on)
In the cold, blowin' in my hands (Freezin')
Sellin' snow, tryna come across a couple grand (A couple dollars)
And sellin' 'bows but a nigga didn't have the bag (Nah)
I used to sell forty of 'em just to see a band (Damn)
Even holidays, I would still supply the yae
Still fightin' with the fam', boy, you just like your dad
My granny wanted me to be an old architect
Instead, I got this doctor mask on makin' blow stretch (Yeah)
Ridin' on the freeway, heart beatin' in my throat
'Cause I got no L's and my trunk full of dope
Plus a pistol on my waist, I didn't trust them niggas
If they tried to rob me, I had to bust them niggas
Can't let a nigga take my shit like a lame (Never)
Gettin' your sack ran, you might as well quit the game (Give it up)
A couple niggas fucked some cheese up and played phones
[?] cut them niggas off and balled hard on they ho ass
Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line
Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines
Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time
This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes
I-I-I used to sell dimes (Now this the present)
I used to sell dimes
Used to ride in the Phantom (Rolls-Royce), me and Jeezy
With a loose redbone, she's so sleazy
The game still callin' me, it say it need me
I'm tryna fuck with rap now, because it feed me
Tipsy off a PJ, in somebody club
All on my celebrities, but I'm with all thugs
Lookin' down at my jewels, like how I get this?
It's comin' back to me now, I had to flip shit
Twenty on my wrist, another forty on my neck
I hustle hard with the bet, that's how I got respect
If she ain't loyal to my niggas, fuck an outsider
Ended up a rap star, started as a yae buyer
Louboutins on my feet about two G's
That used to be my re-up on two OZ's
They don't know me, they only know the shine
(Ended-, ended up ballin' and I used to sell dimes)
Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line
Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines
Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time
This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes
I-I-I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes
Rags to riches, no cash to digits
From local rats to the baddest bitches
From rags to riches, no cash to digits
From local rats to the baddest bitches
From rags to riches, no cash to digits (Yeah)
From local rats to the baddest bitches (Baddest bitches)
From rags to riches, no cash to digits (Yeah)
From local rats to the baddest bitches (Ha, yeah)
Doughboyz Cashout
From the bottom to the top
I used to sell dimes
