Dolla Signs

[Intro] [Gold Diggin Girl] "Ooh is that Payroll from Doughboyz Cashout? Look at him with all ice and that Louis on, shit I know that's him He gone pay some of these bills Buy me some bags and shit, with his fine ass I'm bout to go get on him, I look okay? I'ma come up off this nigga" [Verse 1: Payroll] It go one, two, three and to the four I never gave a fuck about a money grubbin' hoe She talking 'bout she mad at me, Im like "bitch so You can pick up that little ass purse and hit the door" All these hoes old news, rockin' the same old trues Breaking they neck cause I just parked a day old coupe Hop out, tats compliment the jewelry 4-1 P on the chain, it's yours truely (Bitch) I heard you like niggas with nice shit That drive nice whips, with a A1 ice kit (Okay) I only wanna hit, she said "Damn nigga really?" (Straight up?) I said why purp', shit I'm blunt like a Philly (Forreal) I keep these hoes in line, might show 'em a good time Pat-ron with lime, then I'ma coming behind Then ima wake up and open up them Westin blinds Can't help you out, but you're panties Ill help you find (Now get out!) [Girl] Damn, let me get my shit first rude ass nigga, the fuck? [Chorus: Clay] She look at me and see them dolla signs [x3] Them dolla signs She look at me and see them dolla signs [x3] Them dolla signs [Verse 2: Big Quis} (Crispy) Sipping Don, my whole fit Louis Vuitton Im looking like a pot of gold to these leprechauns She think my dick a magic wand, I must be a wizard They wish they could get a Cashout Rich Nigga You can't get in the picture just cause I got me some cheese I'm a dog but I try to stay away from you fleas When you on the rise bitches get to swarming like flies You would think they really love you like they wearing a disguise When I looked into her eyes I seen something unusual This gold diggin' bitch had dollar signs on her pupils You got me confused boo, I ain't one of these suckers Once I get through fucking Ima pass yo ass to my brother I could never cuff her, she can't even hop in my coupe Yea she had some good brain but she don't got a clue That I'm married to my cash boo, it's just us And since you so money hungry, you can eat my dust (I'm Out) [Girl] What? So you just gone leave like that, you ain't shit, fuck you [Chorus] [Verse 3: Payroll] Bitch don't play rolls with me, you wanna roll from me Or just call your girl like "Payroll with me" Try show me off a little, and call me yours But that will never happen baby, come on you a whore Ice crowd the band, its no more space This bitch make the same flash that a photo make She all texting me like "Damn Pay, you oh so fake" I said "I ain't ya man baby, so know yo place" Girl you faker than gusto You ain't a bad bitch, just a high priced busto Dick suck everybody, probably got strep throat These hoes is sad, dirt poor And lookin' for a walking money bag I don't fuck with scallywags, at least not no mo' Once I fuck it's over, I'm done, finito You heard I'm getting money off of trees and some kilos Now driving down Fenkell tryna' find me like Nemo [Girl] Damn they call this nigga Fenkell Payroll where he at? He be riding and shit over here [Chorus] [Verse 4: Clay] She know I'm paid And she just wanna get a taste She see how I live And she just want a piece of it She tryna gold dig But from me she ain't getting shit But I don't love her, I don't trust her I just lust her and to me she's just another bitch [Outro: Chef Tony] Doughboyz Cashout bitch I scream it cause been it You thirsty ass hoes out here All in the club, buy me a drink Buy me this, buy me that No bitch, go buy a job! You broke minimum wage lookin ass gold digging bitch Don't go broke tryna look rich bitch Act your wage, we know what the deal is Instagram ain't fooling nobody You gold digging ass bitch Chef Tony, Doughboyz Cashout Lets get it