Making Dough

[Intro] Making lots of dough (2X) MTK, just let 'em ride, man You know what, you ain't even gotta like it This lease for more excitement Even though you're wrong dick ride it won't ride it You're gone with your quants by Obie and White Kid You have to get my own like Oprah at a high pitch Which means I win free of all extra fingers In my income increase whenever Obie give inks I say I ain't moan when a print licks When a print licks Obie Trice and BME bee (Making lots of dough) (Just tryin' to get it) Nigga, I'mma murder shit even if it's the chill in circuit I did all the thorium style as a nigga's purchase Pay the emmision cause Obie Trice just worth it Meet my destimals back, Obie Trice deserves it What I don't deserve is your funny ass plugs See a star person nigga probably shit his trous' I smell he a fan, but it won't admit it char Real name no gimmicks I'mma gonna get it bar Like Whoo Kid (Making lots of dough, making lots of dough) Yeah, I know it's been a minute since sir Trice convenience (That's me) I got my own life outside to see obedience (Fucker) So talk to the hen like a BME image (Fucker) Tells 'bout your man ya niggas need to quit it You know they try to pop out guess I hate my spinach End it up living had it what they intended I ain't disappear like a blemish, I'm here I'm the illest like the iller just that's make this hear clear, BME (Making lots of dough) (Ha-hah, yeah) How hater how ate this is '86 (Hello) I'm back like '86 (Hello) The champagne bubble over, bezzle buck get the cold shoulder Show love but get rolled over, O Trice I'm a known soldier From a city where pushin' boulders what you supposed to (That's sick) He ain't had my upbringin' on my orah See they got teeth that's crack head Gloria (Making lots of though) Money on my mind that's all Trice designed Haters on the knees 'fore O Trice to climb A sucker MC's and no friends of mine I'm so DMC to the fake niggas I'm blind But it's cataract show them where the platinum's at A red catalog stacks niggas can fav from that They just wanna hold a nigga back Yeah, I wanna see 'em count stack so obviously whack (Making lots of dough, making lots of dough) (This actually gay, I do it cause, cause it's my tool, no homo) You know what? I need a whole lot of money Dig a hole in hoe to a home motherfucking fam love me I needed hoe, no onions to them po-po hoes Roll up on an O, try to cuff me I got a whole lot of foes, point pistols When I leave a nigga froze, cause he getting money I'm in a hole, I suppose cause I live in a burbs Think like a girl, what you want from me (Why?) I'm holey, I suppose cause I caught bullet holes And my casket didn't close, you ain't ready for me My nigga rolls out of hospies, boxes full of dick Nikes full of toes, bless what me Did the whole lot of shows, whole lot of dough Tucked in a hoes in my polo khakis I'm a whole lot of this, whole lot of that I'm hold 'em up, that's O actually It's just me (Making lots of dough, making lots of dough)