Got Dough

[Hook]



You got dough? (I got dough)



You got chicks? (I got chicks)



You got the whips? (All the whips)



When you play the game you got the chips?



You got scratch? (Big cheese)



You got scrill? (All the loot)



You cheesed up money? (Big bills)



You got stacks? (No doubt)



You got dough? (I got dough)



You on the move? (I'm on the move)



Are you a shaker? (I'm a shaker)



A money maker? (A money maker)



A risk taker? (A risk taker)



A heart breaker? (I heard 'em all man)



You want some more money? (I got grip)



You got stacks? (Hell yes)







[Verse 1]



I don't wanna blow my horn but it needs to be told



I had a scene to sit pretty by the time I got old



I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul



I got black power and a black bank roll



Stank chicks, they sweat my knot and I love 'em



I got cheese, now to bone 'em I don't have to drug 'em



I'm coolin', rock rulin', don't like glock pullin'



Block patrolin's played out, I'm yachtin' way out



When I contemplate I skip rocks across the pond



Bought a queue of you cats a plane with a yawn



No harm's inteded that means no foul



Cats with no dough, they got no style







I'm cheesed up, like grills for school meals



No one can test my cash dash appeal



I mean bubble glean lex loaded with amenities



Hold it, my bank account is bloated



It should be duly noted that a lotta cats are angry



Tryin' to spill the bills for thrills



And pockets get left stanky



Drinks all around, every weekend it's goin' down



At the bar where scud is browned in French booze



Floozies lose it



Chasin' bucks where coochie gets absurd at times



So I didn't wanna wait



Montego Bay, Tobago, or Monaco I gotta go escape the rush



My status is livin' plush, can't hear the fuss



Like loot jammin' the ears of the def



Russell Simmons, the women I get 'em believe I'm shorter than [???]



I met 'em on constant occasions



Due to big billies and they greenback motivations







[Hook]







[Verse 2]



All the ladies used to call me stupid, now I'm funny



And instead of runnin' from me, they attracted to my money



They say we have so much in common and they like the way I'm rhymin'



I know that they be sleepin' and reclinin'



On how I be refinin', my mansion is made of diamonds



Drivin' with my leg out of my sunroof whilin'



Watchin' those right turns



They want me to by groceries and hosieries



Plus the wanna know the Deez, makin' introductions



That concern me and they mommies, and they always treat me kindly



I'm thinkin' "yeah, you can buy me"



Written all over the faces - try me



And I do it, in this case I never wonder, why me?







I love the women, the women love me in return



I bust sperm in the shape of dollar signs



Jericho cosigns for Kyle and vice verse



I'm defined by my verse, it's gross like net income



You win some, you lose some, not me son



I got more profit than the old testament



I'm livin' proof and evidence that hard work pays off



I bet G's on both teams in the playoffs



I'm in luxury's lap, stay stacked



Dapped up Daddy Warbucks for good luck



People get star struck when I'm doin' average things



I rock a mink and fly rings and keep my 'drobe dry cleaned



I'm self-imposing for hoes and hose



Like I'm pissed off water then my dough's flowing



Like money, flag's caught in a down draft



Never at half mast



I'm not in Mourning like Alonzo over his kidneys



All chickens be friendly when they with me



We could jet to Sydney







[Hook]







[Verse 3]



I got long dough and nice song flow



Knock you out with my knot like I hit a strong draw



Knew I was about to blow, got ready and was stackin'



I like serial with my thug passion, Known for my fashion



And playin' the loan like a mass man



And all my electronics made by taskin'



Cats who front get hit up wit' a trashcan



Little kids see me comin' they call me cash man



I'm rollin' lets start the tape like a car chase



Live like a star, eccentric with bizarre taste



I got a house in a far place, I don't back down



I always stick to my point like a John Pase



(So cut and edit) I wouldn't have done it



If I didn't know I could get way wit' it



By the time that I jetted



I never fretted, I just bedded



A lot of opposite sexes, it's like I had 'em on credit







[Hook]







[Talking/freestyle]