Dough MP3 Download

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 b- 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' sh- lord forgive me for my sins

Yeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and my earrings cost a Benz

And my b- is a Barbie, my name Key and not Ken

When I fired up my b-, they like "Who f- broke the wind?"

Double up my cup, I sip lean, not gin

I be h- as f-, it feel like my head spinnin'

But no, I ain't spendin' no time with these b-

Hell nah, give me -, 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 motherf- dough

Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?

Because you know I'm 'bout to turn sh- up

I told her throw that a- back so I can bust it like a bubble

South Memphis n- in this b-, yeah, you know you in trouble

Ain't nothin' but a P thang, baby

Young iced-out n- 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, b-, I'm the man

Before you talk raise up your hand, yuh

I been runnin' it up, you n- 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 motherf- dough

Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?

Because you know I'm 'bout to turn sh- up

Yeah, turn it up, uh, b-, I'm the sh-, givin' n- bubble guts

Yeah, every whip in my crib, it go 200 plus

Except my yellow short bus, that's my Rolls-Royce truck

Yeah, I be going nuts, n-, 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, b-, I eat you like a tuna

And these young n- with me, they'll eat you like piranha

I wonder why these n- be hatin', yuh

Lord knows I really got balls, sh- 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 motherf- dough

Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?

Because you know I'm 'bout to turn sh- up (yeah)

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 motherf- dough

Yeah, yeah, yeah ('bout that motherf- dough)

Yeah, yeah, yeah ('bout that motherf- dough)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Glizzok