[Intro: Kerch Dolla]
(MIA JAY C)
Dolla
Dolla
What's up, friend?
What's up?

[Verse 1: Kerch Dolla]
Pressure (Pressure), pressure (Pressure), it bust pipes (Yeah)
If you ain't lost it all, then got it back, we ain't alike (What else?)
I almost lost my life, they tried once, it won't be twice (What else?)
Don't need to call my phone about shit but, "What's the price?" (Dolla)
I already got a script I picked, then I'ma stick to it
I get a load and bring it to your door so you can pick through it (So you can pick through it)
Last time, I almost lost my mind, it was a big movement
I told cuz he should've took that time, now ain't shit movin'
Bitch tryna stretch me (Huh?), n***as pitch and catchin' (Huh?)
Even big bitches love me, but I ain't tryna wrestle (Keep goin', Dolla)
I'm just tryna be Dolla, stack dollars, get extras (Keep goin', Dolla)
Tell a bitch you love her once, then they all feel special (Keep goin')
I'm blankin' out lately, I'm even losing track of time
I still want my money, though, I never lose track of mine
Juvie went back, hell no, I ain't goin' back this time
I kiss her on her neck, then smack her ass, she know it's 'bout that time (Dolla)

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
See, I almost lost my life 'cause of some ice, huh, huh
Couple n***as caught some bullets for that same jewelry
Huh, then put his people in the blender, caught that same fury
Huh, like a n***a blocked his shot, we stripped him for that J, listen
I just beat my case, huh, my titi need some yay
I backed up in the Wraith, bitch, I'm actin' like I ain't
Huh, ain't never had no pape', huh, ain't never had no faith
But, bitch, you know I did, I put it on him, got him scraped, huh
Peep the yellow tape, huh, didn't shoot that boy on tape, huh
We wasn't at no green light, bitch, I know how to play it, huh
I can't never do no shit to jeopardize my mans
I know Big Cuddo 'bout to whip a brick, he sanitized his hands, listen
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Young, but my money grown, but I'm still childish
Sittin' in my crib countin' up a hundred thousand
Carti, Marni, Hellstar me, I don't need no stylist
Bro in the kitchen fightin' girl, this bitch like Ronda Rousey
I ain't gon' lie, I hate n***as, I'm kinda like a Nazi
White people ain't do shit to me, they gave me a milli'
It's always a Black n***a out here tryna kill me
Ride with my ten milli', it'll drop a building
Pressure, why these n***as always bein' extra?
Pressure, somebody go grab the diamond tester
Pressure, seen an opp bitch, I should've stretched her
Pressure, I ain't gotta impress her, I'm pressure

[Verse 4: Skilla Baby, Sada Baby & Kerch Dolla]
Pressure, pass me the compressor, that's pressure
Naw, this my last lil' bit of pressure, ain't no pressure
Huh, yeah, she gon' let me hit it, I just met her
Huh, freak bitch, her name Hillary, just let me sex her
Huh, me and Fear like two pirates, we sharin' treasure
Naw, I been out here movin' P's for my pleasure
Peter Piper picked a pack of pussy n***as to press on
Naw, how much wood would a Draco chuck if I pull up and stretch somethin'?
Huh, Sally sold seashells at the seashore, let me sell somethin'
I'll play BB Butcher and SS strawberry, bitch, I ain't never been scared of nothin'
I'll play SS Impala with the Forgis with the wham in it
They don't search bro at the bar, when he get in, slide the thing to me
[Outro: Kerch Dolla & Skilla Baby]
Pressure, pressure
So much pressure, pressure (Yop)
Pressure, pressure (Yee)
It's just so much pressure (Huh? Huh?)
Hmm, pressure, pressure, huh
So much pressure, pressure
Huh, pressure, pressure, huh
So much pressure, pressure