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Gunna – DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD (feat. Young Thug)

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Gunna – DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD (feat. Young Thug)

American rapper, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, known professionally as Gunna came through with  this song he labeled “DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD”.

“DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD” is yet another collaboration between Gunna and Young Thug. This track was teased by Thug during an Instagram live video in March 2019, along with four other tracks. While only Gunna’s verse had ever been previewed ahead of the song’s release, when the first part of Gunna’s WUNNA documentary was published four days before the album’s release, it was revealed on an early draft of the track list that Thug had actually always been on the song.

On April 16, 2021, “DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD” was certified platinum by the RIAA.

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Lyrics;

[Intro: Gunna]
Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick (Mike WiLL Made-It)
I’ll pull up with a pink toe, I’m whippin’, she suckin’ this dick (Ear Drummers)
I put some diamonds on her toes, let that ho know that I’m rich
We was used to pullin’ kick doors (That money go for Myles)

[Chorus: Gunna]
I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader, I got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I’m Montana, chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin’ red, uh
Bitch, I’m from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah
Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up

[Verse 1: Gunna]
My bro on a steamin’ stove, cookin’ crack like grits
Got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin’ her in a pent’
LA live, I’m stayin’ at the Loews with this Hollywood bitch
Got a nine and a snubnose (Let’s go), can’t wait to let it hit (Hit)
Pull up with a stick, I’ll pull up with a stick
I’ll pull up with a pink toe, I’m whippin’, she suckin’ this dick
I’ll put some diamonds on her toes, let that ho know that I’m rich (Let that ho know that I’m rich)
We was used to pullin’ kick doors, you could still call it a lick (Lick)
You broke and can’t be fixed (Nah), went to Neimans and spent a nick (Hah)
How you poor? That don’t make sense (Ah), I made a whole mile off an inch (An inch)
I had ninety-nine problems, I just scratched your ho off the list (Scratched your ho off the list)
Got some millions and went and solved ’em, now my neck cost a quarter brick (Brick)

[Chorus: Gunna]
I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader, I got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I’m Montana, chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin’ red, uh
Bitch, I’m from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah
Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend
Told her “Catch me” (Woah), “Catch me” (Woah), I’ma lick her skin
She so precious, precious, might not fuck again
She too messy, messy, but hittin’, no flexin’ (No flexin’)
Rose gold ornaments (Rose)
Dropped the two tint, car came with no tint (Damn)
You don’t gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip
Bond 9 in the vent, think ’bout dyin’ and get spent
I got two B’s on my boxers and a thottie in the bed (Yeah)
I know niggas ran up a milli’, still didn’t tell 12 shit (12, 12, 12, shh)
I got skeletons in my closets (Woah), and they scared of me and shit (Closets and they scared)
Maison Margielas under the bed screamin’, “Rock me, kid” (Woah)
I put water on my head, then she got seasick (I put water on my head)
Couple opps played dead (What?), and they still got hit
I done bent lil’ mama’s spine but that still ain’t my kid (Still ain’t my kid)
Only reason I answer my line (Why?), is ’cause she drink my spit (No cap)

[Chorus: Gunna]
I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader, I got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I’m Montana, chopper bullets make ’em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin’ red, uh
Bitch, I’m from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, uh
Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge

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