Hot Dollar ft Sean Kingston On the Block Lyrics

Ay, oh, ay, oh
Hot Dollar!

I been on the block, hustlin' every night
By the stop sign, man moving these dimes
I've made it this far now they askin' me why
I've made it this far now they askin' me why

J.R., DJ Ill Will
Ay, oh

I been on the block, hustlin' every night
By the stop sign, man moving these dimes
I've made it this far now they askin' me why
I've made it this far now they askin' me why
'Cause I've been on the block, hustlin' every night
By the stop sign, man moving these dimes
I've made it this far now they askin' me why
I've made it this far now they askin' me why

Stepped in the club, fresh white T on
Swagged out jeans that I spent about a G on
I used to be your neighborhood D-Boy
Grew up like C-4, now I sleep next to the sea shore
I still hustle Sunday to Monday
The difference is, I date chicks that walk on runways
Girls in the V.I., like n____ do your dance
But I can only two-step with this glock in my pants
From the block to the fame, you know Hot the same
Cat from way back, they used to rock the 'caine
Now I dress flashy and rock big chains
But I'm still the same cat that'll pop them things

We in the club so faded that we're standin' on the sofa's
The black La Costa Nostra doin' the West Coast, I'll pull my
I put my tux in the closet, and hung up my d___ie's
My crown or the jeans cost about a buck fifty
Everybody love me, yeah I'm so fly
My girl got a girlfriend, that's no lie
Call up Felli Fel and tell 'em to run the sirens
I murder the track you rappers know where to find me
Ay waiter, more Patron
You see the groupies takin' pictures with their camera phones
Return of the Jedi, I be Darth Vader, I smoke haters
Then I'll want no six and part later

Feds on my b__per, they want to throw a charge at me
Your girl on my d___, she want to throw it all at me
Hood president, isn't it evident
I'm heaven sent, yeah, better day than you ever been in
High powered rappers, only good for ringtones
I'm still on the block, half a mil' in bling on
Black Ferarri Testarossa, beach house in the 'mosa
Dinner with my Broker, yeah we're watchin' Oprah
Then I'm back to the ghetto, hello
Keep a thick chick, dark skin, caramel yellow
The southwest ambassador smoke blunts and laugh at ya
I'm a Bentley driver, you a Ford Focus passenger