Dough

歌詞

(Band) Yuh Yuh Yuh-yuh, yuh, yuh (Let the band play) Ayy, I'm runnin' to the money, you know how I'm comin' Monday 'til Sunday night, be thumbin', thumbin', thumbin' Got this bad bitch wit a onion and she got her own money She say money keep her comin', but I keep them commas comin' Yeah, yuh, another check again I be killin' shit, lord forgive me for my sins Yeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and my earrings cost a Benz And my bitch is a Barbie, my name Key and not Ken When I fired up my blunt, they like "Who fuck broke the wind?" Double up my cup, I sip lean, not gin I be high as fuck, it feel like my head spinnin' But no, I ain't spendin' no time wit these bitches Hell nah, give me head, keep your draws, yeah-yeah Big dawg, I don't know 'bout y'all, yeah-yeah Bling-blaow, jewelry game Niagara Falls, yeah-yeah Stack it tall, money in the floor and wall, uh, uh, yuh One to the two to the three and to the four Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh? Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up I told her throw that ass back so I can bust it like a bubble South Memphis nigga in this bitch, yeah, you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin but a P thang, baby Young iced-out nigga going crazy Paper Route is the label that pays me Unplayable so please don't try to play me Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the man Before you talk raise up your hand, yuh I been runnin' it up, these niggas just been runnin' errands, uh How you screamin' Crip and Blood and ain't been to the land? What? Hold up, dog pound, you's a mutt, you need to scram, yeah You know how I get down, money talks, you hear me loud Yeah I know you hear me loud, I be countin' like One to the two to the three and to the four Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh? Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up Yeah, turn it up, uh, bitch, I'm the shit, givin' niggas bubble guts Yeah, every whip in my crib, it go two-hundred plus Except my yellow short bus, that's my Rolls-Royce truck Yeah, I be going nuts, nigga, I be going dumb (Dummy) Dumber, thumbin' through the numbers Run up (Run it up, run it up), run up if you wanna Chopstick on me, bitch, I eat you like a tuna Young niggas wit me, they'll eat you like piranha I wonder why these niggas be hatin', yuh Lord knows I really got balls, shootin' like the navy, yuh Big loud foreign toy wakin' up my neighbors, uh They like "Where you going Glock?" I'm going to get some paper, yeah One to the two to the three and to the four Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh? Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up One to the two to the three and to the four One to the two to the three and to the four One to the two to the three and to the four Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough Yeah, yeah, yeah, 'bout his motherfuckin' dough Yeah, yeah, yeah, 'bout his motherfuckin' dough Yeah, yeah, yeah, Glizzock