Sidekick - Hot Dollar

Chorus: Hot Dollar

You can be my sidekick

The only one that I ride with

Smoke a blunt and get high with

Jump inside the ride with

You can be my sidekick

Text me when you get excited

Girl, you know I like it

You can be my

You can be my, you can be my

Sidekick

You say, you want a good guy, go-by-the-book guy

But ain’t scared to compliment me when I look fly (Ah!)

Treat by the swag

Telling ya girls, «I got cash»

Look, look

He got past

The pants off the Dodge, the shoes is Gucci (Ha ha ha…)

Smoke kush blunts like my name Big Snoopy (What)

I used to push rocks out of Eight Deuce Hoopty (What)

Now I get grand off the stage by groupies (What)

L.A. to Mississippi

The streets is with me

Half of the rap industry resent me (Ah!)

I’m a sidekick, leanin' on the grill in my Bentley (Whoo!)

Reading this freaky text, that this chick just hit me

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What is it?

You don’t remember (Whoo!)

I keep it hot, in the hard December

Maybe is it

That I’m different

Than all the dudes that you even been with

Bet you go

And test the water

Didn’t hold you back, why would I bother (Yeah)

I’m a Leo, sometimes, I’m stubborn

Didn’t mean to flirt with ya sexy cousin (What)

When we was buzzin', then we was clubbin' (What, what)

She kiss me on my neck

Said I make a good husband (Ah!)

She just want

What she can’t have

Maybe that’s what make her want me so bad (Whoo!)

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Run through

Chicks that’s conceited

We both skeeted

You so mad, ya number’s been deleted (Ha ha ha!)

They all, stop and stare when they pass the car

Mall shoppin' with Visa and Mastercard

You dudes cool

But

He ain’t like Dollar

Is he fly like him, the answer

Is nada (Ah!)

Take ya to (???), then stock, that Prada

Get, ya somethin' off, 'fore I smoke you 'guanas (Yeah!)

Keep, ya in Gucci, juicy Gator

Dolce Gabbana, Christian Dior (What)

Trips to Cabos

Jet skis and sail boats (Whoo!)

Reminiscin' on the days I used to sell coke

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