Get That Dough

Get, that, dough

Still huggin' the strip

Get, that, dough

Get the dough **** (That dough)

Uh, uh, Sig' get, that, dough

Uh, yo, uh, yo (Get, that, dough)

I'm sick of **** talkin' 'bout they whips

When they bustin' 'em out

Summertime come around

Don't nuttin' come out

Snappin' on they bitch, cussin' her out

Mad 'cause they crack

Ain't no crack, they sufferin' a drought

Man, you know how Mac play, when I sling my butter

Take my show state to state like the Ringling Brothers

Keep clowns high-wired off the shit I juggle

F.B.I. eyes spyin' from the shit I smuggle

Keep the trunk of the car lined with coffee grounds (You know)

The cops pull us over, it throw off the hounds

Got a bitch that let me stash shit in the crib

Break her off, every week (Glass)

To fix up her wig

Man, I stay on a mission with whores (Shit)

'Cause I get it down and get around, like the late Mr. Shakur (Uh)

Stay in the kitchen with raw

I'm the shit when I whip, I always turn two into four

Yo, get your mind right (Uh)

Get your grind right (Uh)

Till you get the shine right and get, that, dough

Stay on the low-low (Uh)

Duckin the po'-po' (Uh)

Tuck in the fo'-fo' (Uh)

And get, that, dough

You get your team right (Yeah)

And that's the green light

To cut your cream right and get, that, dough

It won't stop y'all (Y'all what?)

Until I drop y'all (Y'all what?)

I'ma hug the block y'all and get, that, dough

Yo, ayo, I got plenty dough, but there's more to make

And I'm the chef, I bake, I don't order cakes

If I'm short, shit, you caught a break

I can make twenty look like twenty-eight, off of water weight

I'm the shit when I'm twistin' my wrist

In the kitchen with that thang that got fiends skitzin' to hit

From the drugs that I drug in, the narc's be buggin'

I keep my eye on the block and a pie in the oven

Smokers come straight, I ain't breakin' off nuttin'

Got two thirty-eights, I could break you off a dozen

You know how Mac play, when it come to that Yay

I got 'em locked up on the block like it's crack day

I fucks with the pipers, ducks from the bikers

Punks on the righteous, bust at the sheisters (Uh)

Stay in the kitchen with a block of raw

Razor blade play partner straw, uh

Yo, get your mind right (Uh)

Get your grind right (Uh)

Till you get the shine right and get, that, dough

Stay on the low-low (Uh)

Duckin the po'-po' (Uh)

Tuck in the fo'-fo' (Uh)

And get, that, dough

You get your team right (Yeah)

And that's the green light

To cut your cream right and get, that, dough

It won't stop y'all (Y'all what?)

Until I drop y'all (Y'all what?)

I'ma hug the block y'all and get, that, dough

Yo, yo, ayo, I cops that coke (Uh)

Cooks that coke (Uh)

Chops that coke and give out crook's work (Yeah)

Makes that dough, gets them ends

How you want it dog (Uh)

Pipe or syringe?

Ayo, I hit the block quickly (Yeah)

Lick up a fifty

Tear the highway like Freeway Ricky

Spit it my way (Uh)

And pop shit sickly (Yeah)

Til the Feds come and get me or the lead bullet hit me, what

Yo, get your mind right (Uh)

Get your grind right (Uh)

Till you get the shine right and get, that, dough

Stay on the low-low (Uh)

Duckin the po'-po' (Uh)

Tuck in the fo'-fo' (Uh)

And get, that, dough

You get your team right (Yeah)

And that's the green light

To cut your cream right and get, that, dough

It won't stop y'all (Y'all what?)

Until I drop y'all (Y'all what?)

I'ma hug the block y'all and get, that, dough

Yo, get your mind right (Uh)

Get your grind right (Uh)

Till you get the shine right and get, that, dough

Stay on the low-low (Uh)

Duckin the po'-po' (Uh)

Tuck in the fo'-fo' (Uh)

And get, that, dough

You get your team right (Yeah)

And that's the green light

To cut your cream right and get, that, dough

It won't stop y'all (Y'all what?)

Until I drop y'all (Y'all what?)

I'ma hug the block y'all and get, that, dough

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