Song Review: DOLLAZ ON MY HEAD Song by Gunna
“Dollaaz on My Head” is a song by Gunna, a prominent American rapper known for his melodic style and catchy flows.
Released in 2020 as part of his album “WUNNA,” the track features fellow rapper Young Thug.
The production of “Dollaaz on My Head” is characterized by a trap-influenced beat with hard-hitting 808 drums and atmospheric synths.
Gunna and Young Thug’s performances are notable for their distinctive voices and effortless delivery, which blend seamlessly with the instrumental.
The song revolves around themes of wealth, success, and the glamorous lifestyle that Gunna and Young Thug have achieved through their music careers.
The lyrics focus on their material possessions, lavish spending, and the confidence they exude as a result of their financial accomplishments.
Gunna’s verses showcase his trademark melodic style, utilizing his unique vocal tone to create catchy hooks and memorable melodies.
Young Thug’s feature adds an additional layer of energy to the track with his dynamic flow and charismatic ad-libs.
Dollaaz on My Head is a solid offering from Gunna, showcasing his melodic prowess and ability to create infectious trap anthems.
The collaboration with Young Thug adds an extra dimension to the song, making it an enjoyable listen for fans of the genre.
Dollaz On My Head Lyrics
Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick
I pull up with a pink toe, I’m whippin’, she suckin’ this dick
I put some diamonds on her toes, let that hoe know that I’m rich
We was used to pullin’ kick doors (That money go for Myles)
I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my model, 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
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, can’t wait to let it hit (Hit)
Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick
I pull up with a pink toe, I’m whippin’, she suckin’ this dick
I put some diamonds on her toes
Let that hoe know that I’m rich (Let that hoe 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
Went to Nieman’s and spent a nick
How you pour that? Don’t make sense
I made a whole mile off an inch
I had 99 problems
I just scratch you off the list (Scratch you off the list)
Got some millions and went and solved ’em
Now my neck cost a quarter brick
I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my model, 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
Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend
Told her catch me, catch me, 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
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
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, and they still got hit
I done bent lil’ mama’s spine but that
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)
I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my model, 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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