Grand Theft Auto V: The Mighty American Dollar (Acapella|Explicit) - Dan Bull

Written by：Dan Bull

Yeah

My name is Michael landed and titled

Think of a crime and it probably was my fault

But now I cleaned up my act call me Lysol

I used to pull off heists then I got out of the cycle

I wasn't stopping 'til I got the bills

For a property in Rockford Hills

But now I rock the mils and the mansion

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

As I pop the pills for reals I live a life of luxury

But trust me I'm the man it sucks to be

Look and see my family's dysfunctional

Sometimes I feel like I really want to punch them all

My son's a ball of blubber about as awful as my daughter

Or her mother or her mother's other lover

Motherf**ker suffering a midlife crisis

But have you seen how ridiculous my wife is

You shouldn't be surprised what the mind of a man does

To hide from the madness of Amanda's

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

So it's about time I went back to being the protagonist

Yeah

There's only one philosophy I follow

And that's the mighty American dollar

There's only one philosophy I follow

And that's the mighty American dollar

They call me Franklin I'm all about the Benjamins

I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in

I never had a family except my gang and me

I was educated at the Hard Knock Academy

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

They handcuffed and chucked me in the slammer it was agony

Now I'm free being a repo man is my reality

But on this salary I can't afford a calorie

And as I can't gather enough food to eat

From Vespucci Beach then I might resort to felony

Felling an enemy or anyone offending me

Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me

But if I end up in a feud with Lamar

I'll lick off his top like a Cuban cigar

I'm the dude with the car a superstar

In a street fight I'll pull off a hadouken rah

You might find me in the strip club bruh

But I didn't come to get my dick sucked nah

I'm a hip hop star blood crip not moi

I'm the top dog sit chop ha

Woo

It's like this it's like this look

There's only one philosophy I follow

And that's the mighty American dollar

There's only one philosophy I follow

And that's the mighty American dollar

My name is trevor

I live inside a trailer in the desert

Where I blaze the crystal method

This unhygienic lifestyle only takes a little effort

But the cash I had I've gone and wasted it I'm reckless

I haven't got a pound to my name

So it's time to get out of the county of blaine

I used to fly a plane now I just fry my brain

Howling at the moon you can assume that I'm insane

Like my neighbour Ron I don't know what page he's on

Paranoid conspiracies I really believe his brain is gone

Any plan I make something has to spoil it

I can't fit this f**king foot down the toilet

I've got a penchant for throttling a pensioner

Then grabbing a can of petrol and notching up the temperature

I've got a nervous twitch that's quite violent

So I'm doing suicidal stunts in my Y fronts

I fell out with Michael we never quite saw

Eyeball to eyeball but now it's time for

Us to reunite grab the shotties and the rifles

And set the town alight in a giant fireball

There's only one philosophy I follow

And that's the mighty American dollar

There's only one philosophy we follow

And that's the mighty American dollar

The three of us are so grand thefting

The best in the biz no damn question

Man it's sexy straddling a jet ski

Ramming it at jet speed get me

What you doing in our neck of the woods

You best be checking the HUD cause in a second your blood

Will be flecking the mud when we bust you by the lip

Take all your money and then customise a whip

How can we justify this sh*t we must be kind of sick

That's why we keep the piece that's the most trusty by the hip

So pull the map out while we pull the strap out

Pow pow 'til the po po go and black out

Dropping from the chopper then we grab a couple hostages

We're hot dog sausages

We trade stocks and cribs take shots at pricks

Bury their heads in the dirt ostriches

The unholy trinity in your vicinity

Sinning with a seriously symbiotic synergy

We're the three similarly sinister Gs

Each sending the cinema screen into the cemetery

Cynically with no sympathy seen

So simmer down and listen to this symphony please

To put it simply police are just some pimply sleazes

We'll pimp as we please and so we send them to sleep yes

There's only one philosophy we follow

And that's the mighty American dollar

There's only one philosophy we follow

And that's the mighty American dollar