[Tone]
  Unstoppable, Trackmasters, Rockland, come on
    [Foxy]
  Na-na so sick, make your toes twitch
  Get up in yo' ass and ride that shit
  Oh yeah, dare you act shady with the first lady?
  Let's go half on this baby
  Inner thighs thick so when we fuck you must put me in a Swiss ho'
  Room 704, fuck they mad at me fo'?
  Skin copper, na-na stay proper, who could stop her?
  Nuthin'. Hey, do a somersault
  All that platinum shit you bought?
  Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain't my fault
  Keep the wrist rocky, attitude cocky
  Next time you see me, address me like "Miss Foxy"
  It's for the wrist cop it, if it's a six drop it
  Thongs with topless how you like that Robbie?
  Ain't nothing sweet, you know my style, doggy style
  From the back, in the back, hit it like that
    [R]
  [1] - The dollar bill
  [Foxy]
  Nuthin' but stacks get you anything
  Anywhere, as a matter of fact, dollar bill
  [R]
  Say what you want baby
  While you be stalling at the lights
  We be dippin in Mercedes
  [Foxy]
  Dollar bill
  [R]
  Can get us from here to Rio
  In two hours first class still time to take a shower
  The dollar bill
  [Foxy]
  Where ever we be it's VIP stats, no doubt
  So what y'all cats know about that
    [R]
  Say lady, I'm liking what I see
  Come on and talk to me baby, baby, baby
  Can't you see one night is all I need
  We'll go somewhere and be
  Talkin' about your future plans with me
    [Sparkle & Cynthia]
  I would do anything
  To have you in my life, that's right
  We can take a flight out of here go anywhere
    [R]
  Uh uh, I got proof rims on the V-12
  Make you raise the roof, no gold in the tooth
  Put some in the vault CD's overseas
  Private lofts, I'm you haters holocaust
  Ain't my fault I rap, then still made a mill'
  But it's my fault I got my own label deal
  Vacation in Japan while you wish for Bennihana's
  On the way to pick up Madona, the ill na-na
    [Foxy]
  Now you know the na-na plays with the big boys, aye'day
  From the six coupe to the big Royce, can you handle that?
  A lotta sass and ass with that
  And I'm strickly for the dough
  So fuck you think I'm here fo'?
  Princesses in a row, row platinum status
  Ice lace to pink face
  Then I back the faggots
  See me rocking aye'thang from Mongolians to Persians
  Y'all still learning, I got ĄRem swervin', through a sermon
  And there's nuthin' you can tell me 'bout these cats that I
  Don't even ram through a plan, too much stack
  Must I continue this?
  Might be a couple of cats that I miss
  We could skip the french kiss, take it straight to the wrist
  And it gets no iller than this
  Na-na engraved on canary ice, see me wear it twice
  Did y'all niggas hear me right?
  Me and Kelly put the lock down on New York to Chitown
  His town to my town, for the dollar bill
    [Repeat 1]
    [Tone]
  Tell me who dat said dat we couldn't rock
  I roll the dice, bet the dots say we won't stop
  I roll from Chitown to Cali, hit your block
  I bless the day that R&B music meet hip hop
  You haters thought that Kelly couldn't keep it hot
  Even when I'm in your face, y'all see me not
  Sportin' nothing but the rocks, navigators on the block
  Merridian CD's with five TV's
  College honeys follow in your GS3
  We on the way to IHOP, coming from the spot
  Niggas in the lot jammin' to the knock
  Y'all mad cuz you can't get what we got
  Who's the number one contender, January through December?
  Cut your forest down while you niggas screamin' Timothy
  Sophia know me from the beach house in Miami
  Banks know me, so I could give a damn about the Grammies
    [R]
  The dollar bill
  Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
  The dollar bill
  Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
  The dollar bill
  Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
  The dollar bill
  Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
    The dollar bill, Track Masters, Rockland