[Intro: Young Scooter]
Eh
Eh yo, [?]
[?] scale, n***a
[?] production

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
When you get down to your last dollar
It's no money and mo problems
When you get down to your last dollar
It's no money, mo problems
When you get down to your last dollar
Everybody disappear
When you get down to your last dollar
You thinking anything for profit

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
If you ever get down to your last nickle
You a street n***a, you better go and get your pistol
If not, you better go and get a job, and go work
I'm my own boss, n***a, you know I'm at work
Got a million juugs to make, I ain't going back broke
In love with the pot, n***a, I can't stop selling dope
The bricks, I drop them in, bring the bails on the boat
Finesse you out them bands, that's how we do in Mexico
We got ridiculous prices, give me 9, [?] 44
You should've dropped the dope, before you left up out the door
N***a asked me 'bout some blow, I never seen his face before
Ask Mexico Ran how this Freeband shit go
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
When you get down to your last dollar
It's no money and mo problems
When you get down to your last dollar
It's no money, mo problems
When you get down to your last dollar
Everybody disappear
When you get down to your last dollar
You thinking anything for profit

[Verse 2: MPA Wicced]
Them bitches tried to treat me like a doormat
But I had a major plan, and bounced right back
Scrole down, I call [?] and told [?]
I told him, I had a small problem
[?] n***a I got you
After this one, I'm shooting like a rocket
I'm a scale that and sail that, everything is a profit
Hold on, put them birds under the fauset
Whip it, til we [?] Rolex watches
Better yet, spin it, bring back Fararis
Fuck friends, they all foes
I never fold, [?] stuck to the G code

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
When you get down to your last dollar
It's no money and mo problems
When you get down to your last dollar
It's no money, mo problems
When you get down to your last dollar
Everybody disappear
When you get down to your last dollar
You thinking anything for profit
[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
When you ain't got no money, you don't see nobody
But when you got them bands, you see everybody
Down to your last dollar, anything for profit
Profit, money in my pocket
Bands like notebooks, I don't toat a wallet
I'm balling on these n***as, like a major artist
But I'm a street n***a, I ain't gon' beef with ya
My money talk for me, I take you off the streets
Go back to selling D, gas [?]
Freebandz and BMG, we run the streets
Nightmares of being broke and going back on E
All I know is juug, money taller than me

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
When you get down to your last dollar
It's no money and mo problems
When you get down to your last dollar
It's no money, mo problems
When you get down to your last dollar
Everybody disappear
When you get down to your last dollar
You thinking anything for profit