Lyrics:
Bread and dough, cheddar cheese
Flash and stash, cash and cream
Temperature's at a high degree
Where niggas come to feast
Hell is this all about?
I'm dropping be heat give em 3rd degree
How the fuck these rich niggas ain't heard of me
Now and days count a couple a duffles of quala
Remember nights
flip that make that money stack
I got 3rd eye, got juice flow
I wont stop no
I'm coming for that dough
I'm on a different kinda basics
I got it coming so
and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin' trees, stackin' G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters,
bitch she like to drop the throat ouu
Get on your knees and gim dat sloppy top im in my mode yeah
Im in the booth im wit my boy chu we cookin dat juice
Know I'm a sinner cause my uncle a reverend
I know that you'd be proud of me
But I wish that you was still here
My heart suffered a 3rd degree,
That's
race
Get the gas face
Word to 3rd Bass
Homerun my bitch
Dats after passin’ 3rd base
Ass fat she clappin’ it
Ass fat I’m slappin’ it
Propose to it
heat that 3rd Degree yea
All my niggas going crazy we play for Keeps yea
Run up wrong yea, get put to sleep Yea
All my dogs biting bitch ain't talking k9
I'm rich, they be screamin' Rittz when I'm on stage,
Let me get a Chip and Dale show
Got real dough, 18 karats on my deed, I see my future clear
Bread and dough, cheddar cheese
Flash and stash, cash and cream
Temperature's at a high degree
Where niggas come to feast
Hell is this all about?
knees and I said ima change it
Bouta burn up on some 3rd degree
I'm on elevator with my enemy
I might erupt off the energy
You still get high
Never got why I'd be celebrated been giving the 3rd degree
This year all of them heard my speech
Happy birthday to me
Bled out on stages
Soaking it in
an emergency
5.5s hit him cut him like surgery
Smell him cookin he got burnt to da 3rd degree
Chill you kno how I get
Kick a bitch out go to sleep with da stick
the D to step back
Unless they be deranged, dough
Rae me fa so la ti dough
The chiza rarely do missa
Money earner isa
Barn burner
Highlighted by
tough
& Dats ah act
We Pull Dey
Whole face
Dropping off
The work
It's at
The back
Load up
3rd base
Niggahs
Really pussy
Matter fact
Let's Set
The whole
don't get the lye
After dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave
For the mark check his heart, the game about to start
Big things automatic pu-tang
deeper than 3rd degree
And you asking me why I leave
I hope me telling my perspective give you some sort of relief
(Check it)
Now you asking why I ain't
this dough
You gon' keep stealing my flows, you the Lil Uzi typo
Yeah, your career, that shit on a tightrope
But I'm all for that
Let me stop 'fore
It's okay, there's the dough, you can walk away, why make we wait
Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
mostly all for me
Going through some thangs that's just the way it be
Life is just a phase and that's the 3rd degree
Wrote down all my plans until I
Cybernetic chemistry
Physics don't mean shit to me
Bend that shit I got the key, solo no apostrophe
We’re known worldwide to 3rd degree
Flying the sky,
apart
The three outlaws in the music trade
We won't rob but our job is to get paid
Cause run has fun if jay will play
As I add one more rhyme to say
Now
feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good [Hook - 3x] [Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook] Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all
that dough
Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough
Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough
Get that
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