Lyrics:
get dough (you must think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you
switch my flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so
I'm on fire (here we go now)
Everybody's in
it to my pocket 'cause I'm sum'n like a pimp
Sum'n like a pimp, sum'n, I'm sum'n like a pimp
These niggas ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no
[Lil' Flip]
I'm lil flip
Takin trips to Cancun
Drop the tape
My cartoon comin soon
Blowin up like a hot air balloon
Livin in a penthouse wit 25
I ain't got no time for no bitches
I gotta clock my dough clownin'
Hittin' switches in a green 6-4
With the drink on deck and the bombest indo
my friend
To reach the great beyond
You'll have more fun by reaching
For a red-head or a blond
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy
(uh-huh)
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas, uh
Niggas on the corner, I ain't forget you niggas
My triple beam
(uh-huh)
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas, uh
Niggas on the corner, I ain't forget you niggas
My triple beam
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
as we talk
I say to pretty Lou well look a rolla doughs hat
I want one of them shits by the time I gets back
We got the gas ate a meal on the road once
you know what I know then you can go where I go
Got a whole a lot of dough and money in escrow
Having fun spending one's and watching my sons grow
Blueberry Pie, he walks on by
And I don't know what to do
With that Blueberry Pie,
But I'm gonna try.
Oh, Blueberry Pie, sad and shy,
Won't you come
nigga, blow your jaw out
You don't want my gun to go pow-pow
Well, I'ma have your face the same color
As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga
These ain't
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just want that
Hey, hey, yeah
I just want that
Pay, Pay, uh
I just want that
Dough, uh
I just want that paper
Said I
dough
dough, dough
Hook 2
Keep hater killah by door!
(I got sumthin for haters thinkin
they breakin in)
Keep hater killah by door!
(You don't want
lad
From the land of the Bucky & the Coo Coo
Aya Mya, Baba Shango
Mammacita, come and roll with the Ol so
Pablo
Pablo
Esco, Pablo
Pablo
Pablo
Esco, El
always want that dough
All these dope boys hitting me up they always want that dough
Always want that smoke
It take fourteen for the HP
Then it's
flooded, and I still want money...
[Chorus]
See niggas shut down,
My money keeps coming.
You niggas take breaks,
My team keeps running.
They bring
'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em
my friend
To reach the great beyond
You'll have more fun by reaching
For a red-head or a blonde
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy
the Slauson boys
Was not those men
I’ma knock those men out the
Ring by the third round
I treat it like the Superbowl
This is fourth down
However you want it,
my friend
To reach the great beyond
You'll have more fun by reaching
For a red-head or a blonde
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy
'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em
wan' play
Get 'em in the club, ahh, smokin' on hay
When I'm in my ride, people walkin' by
Pistol by my side, in case dem wan' try
Watcha gonna do?
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