DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD | Lyrics | Gunna

ABOUT

Song : DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD (feat. Young Thug)
Artist : Gunna
Album : WUNNA (Deluxe)
Written By : Myles Harris, Gunna, Young Thug & Mike WiLL Made-It
Cameo Appearances : Wheezy, Taurus, Karlae, Yak Gotti & Lil Duke
Video Director : Maxime Quolin & Spike Jordan
A&R : Geoff Ogunlesi
Distributor : 300 Entertainment
Label : Young Stoner Life Records & 300 Entertainment
Copyright © : Young Stoner Life Records & 300 Entertainment
Phonographic Copyright ℗ : Young Stoner Life Records & 300 Entertainment
Mastering Engineer : Joe LaPorta
Mixing Engineer : Teezio
Assistant Mixing Engineer : Ashley Jackson
Engineer : Florian “Flo” Ongonga
Key : C Major
BPM : 145
Camelot: 8B
Release Date : 22 May 2020

“DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD” is yet one more collaboration between Gunna and Young Thug. This song was teased by Thug in an Instagram live video in March 2019, together with 4 different tracks. Whereas solely Gunna’s verse had ever been previewed forward of the tune’s launch, when the first part of Gunna’s WUNNA documentary was revealed 4 days earlier than the album’s launch, it was revealed on an early draft of the song checklist that Thug had truly at all times been on the music.

Find below English Song Lyrics, Karaoke or Sing-Along track, and Hindi translation of the Song

LYRICS

DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD Song English 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 Niemans 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)
Mason 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