Lyrics:
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
signs i don't hear shit
He say he got that dough that could make a bitch
Fall in love i ain't cheap so be gotta have a million plus
You thought you
popping over there
I get it popping ova here
I get it popping over there
Yeah, I'll get dough from the flow I be flowing
By now you can picture B rolling
I
"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
Fuck that, I preach
that practice top cheese
That still can by weed
And can give me some good head
And I'll make her remind me, uh-huh
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't
Bitch I'm on it yeah you know it ery'day
Stacking dough
Cutting corners
Making plays
Back and forth
2-4
10-8
Yeah u know it
Nigga all we chase
what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
[Jay-Z]
Fo' sure, everythings for dough now
flow, you gotta pay a little
Whole lot of body, a hotty, she shake it low
Whole lot of strippin' and tippin', she makin' dough
Whole lot of ones to count, she left at four
Whole
From the jump, I been a straight G
In the trap no AC
From the jump, I been swangin' iron
AK, AR, lay it down
From the jump, selling straight dough
the Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate
the Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate
[Notorious B.I.G.]
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh
I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
I’m too fast u to slow
I get cash I get dough
Got 2 traps an 2 phones
Got 2 straps I’m 2 gone
We gettin straight money
We gettin straight
(Who's got the love)
You got the love
(Check it)
We are living in the days of the credit crunch
Give me the dough
I'm tryna have a bunch
But I
huh
Uh huh huh
To get me my dough
Uh huh huh
Uh huh huh
To get me my dough
Uh huh huh
Uh huh huh
To get me my dough
I go hard when I'm in the street
feel this
Never sprung huh? Know my style
I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha
Bitch, I love money, love drugs, and bitch I love that dough
Yeah, I love a lot of things, but I do not love no hoe
Bitch, I love money, love drugs,
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
can by weed
And can give me some good head
And I'll make her remind me, uh-huh
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand
'm steppin' out of Rovers
Now you thinkin' of me sober
You was cold, now I'm colder
Pocket lookin' like a folder
Drive by that bitch act like I don't know her
am a pro
Just here finna get my dough
Nobody can stop me ochapo
Don’t help me love me Laye
I love myself yesh am so Kanye
Don’t like drunk mentality
of shouts out to my doggz
Eazy E
Roger Troutman & The Notorious, B.I.G.
My Big Homeboy Mooch you know I love your moms to death
In Heaven she rest
H.D. -
forget
Say they cannot live without me
I guess they love me to death
I put my hands on the wheel
Turn her to 10 from a 2
I got her right by the time that
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