Dough

[Intro] Get yo' muthafuckin' mind right Get yo' muthafuckin' mind right Get yo' muthafuckin' mind right Free the BG, yeah, it's all on me Get yo' muthafuckin' mind right [Hook x3] Bitches and niggas both know Before you step to the kid, you better head that dough [Verse 1] Yo, look, and that shit just too real That's why I'm out there chasin' mills Do ya thang whether you smoke or pop pills Chill, show em hoes who's really real I'm a murderer and these beats I kill Man, whazam, I'm goin' hard in these bitch Do my raps while you applaud in this bitch And that money, oh, man, I gotta get it If I feel this a set-up then I ain't fuckin' with it My hustle come before these hoes, you already know Don't to the kid if you ain't got that dough If I fuck with you hard, you get it for the low Ready to blow, my clique, we ain't never see these hoes Couple racks fo' sure, designer shit on my clothes And the calls we pushin', we never afford blows On dangerous grounds, but they can offer a hand Ready to bake a blast, with someone cleanin' up now [Hook x3] [Verse 2] Got these hoes in line, that's tough niggas [?] Crib [?], crept on, I ain't lying Rapping and getting money at the same time You out your damn mind if you think it's all good For you to knock my hustle and nigga I wish you would Get your ass spanked like a child in the hood Let's get it understood If your bitch throw it at me Imma hit it good Nigga want the money and the power, fifteen every hour Used to show love until somebody played him sour Whole clique, some ridaz watching 'em outsiders Life ain't nothing but bitches and impalas My homie taught me that, [?] just a rap Trappin' in the studio, how you trappin' a trap Real recognize real, fake niggas get killed Playing my position, nigga I'm bound to keep it trill