Lyrics:
craft
Stash your dough
Stay on the low
But never be the last to know
The next level or plateau be international
The grass'll grow
You know
Cash'll
back-to back again
Who said my flow ain't the best?
My Intratec turn foes to vegetables
Y'all dudes ain't thugs, y'all Huxtables
Y'all want me waiting
My E,M,O is make more dough till I can't fold it
Anything I see or touch, I want to own it
Drop a jewel in baby girl ear, now she my co,ed
I reload
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
dough
Stay on the low
But never be the last to know
The next level or plateau be international
The grass'll grow
You know
Cash'll flow
Ask a pro
Do
don't want no nasty girl}
[Chorus]
She's a good girl, I love her for that
She got mad dough, I love her for that
Her moms is cool, I think her
Fuck what they say we were doing on that day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out date and this nature of probation
How much dough I'm set to make
And treating me silently, silently
Crazy frustration, about my lovin' situation
When patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin'
I want some Marvin
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of divine
I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
our kids
Too many brothers caged in the Pen
Engagin' a bid, enslaved by the pigs
If it wasn't for crooked cops that pop shots grazin' our wig
That
And treating me silently, silently
Crazy frustration, about my lovin' situation
When patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin'
I want some Marvin
and I fly high
Niggas want to know why, why I fly by
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good
We
dough and go hard
And go hard
All I know all I know
Is get dough and go hard
And go hard
All I know is get this money
All I know is go hard
Raised by some
what, ya'll dudes missin
A bit of my style, a bit of my flow,
a bit of my smile, a bit of my clothes
Maybe just a lil bit of my dough
Any time you want
And treatin' me silently, silently
Crazy frustration, about my lovin' situation
When patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin'
I want some Marvin
the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why
from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
it like its u.s polo,
they see me out and they want selfies like we're turnt in soho, but i aint tripping i got juice and you just want my mojo.
Tryna' eat my protein
No sex, I want my dough please
Then she do the whole thing
Water drippin', faucets
I took his ho, he lost
I only fuck with bosses
betta get that dough, sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya
You're not cut out to hold a job
Better forget it (forget it)
Who wants their hair done by a slob?
Now your bangs are curled
Your lashes twirled
But
on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people"
Believe that if you want to but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once
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