I live on a dollar bill and George Washington is my witness for he is my pockets favorite,
Not that I am spoiled for choice in my presidents since the one I want to hold in bunches is Benjamin,
Loaded on ten’s of stacks building up like a mountain and at the sight of it we all wish to climb it.
I walk around with singles not equal to a ten-spot far from making a gold digger reach her G-Spot,
But I know my buck is equivalent to a 4/5 of a big Mac in Manila,
It ain’t no thriller but it will sure be a killer to that pain in my stomach.
A dollar is not just a dollar and I acknowledge it as such,
Since a dollar define's a certain stage in life for each one of us;
Mine showcase my current state of “wanna be baller, shot caller”
On the uprising like a good credit slowly gaining points,
Looking for an approval that, I deserve more than what I have in my account.
A dollar is not just a dollar,
It is a gun shooting a revolution of Will,
Pushing me to the limit of capitalizing on my abilities to cash in,
Living that “big pimpin” life like I am Don King,
Promoting a fight for financial success.
A dollar is not just a dollar,
It is a horn that screams hope, saving lives, buying rice to annihilate the nation of starvation,
Bulking up a government founds for a brighter future, the promise of a better tomorrow lacking sorrow.
A dollar is not just a dollar,
Today I might be dealing with Washington,
but I am shortly expecting to tie the knot with Benjamin,
For my better tomorrow.
