2 for 1...
This shit still easy when I'm locked in
Tell the opps I been getting my shots in
Working on my conditioning
This ain't no ordinary riddling
Different from them don't do no fitting in
Grew to be my own man
Little influence from my old man
Still grinding like sex to a slow jam
Ya dig
Swag still a coupe with the roof missing
Ain't much change still spitting flames couple tooths missing
Still Bag em
If not I'm still cashing
Get aroused off the chips
Ain't bout no bitch I'm braggin
Where da dough at
You bout it gotta show that
You around me gotta be 100
All my niggas know that
I get the money and blow that
Cause I ain't promised tomorrow
Few niggas I lost yesterday
Still feel the sorrow
Ima ball for em all though
Cash cribs autos
Bad Bitches mad riches
I rather stash riches
2 Things for certain 1 for sho
Fuck the bullshit I just want the dough
(Nigga I just want the dough)
Ain't about it then I don't know
But if that's the goal tell me where to go
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas (Hold up)
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it (Whoa)
A Different Cloth Boy I ain't like y'all
Catch you jockin my style Ima fight y'all
This right here is trademark
Out Delaware the insane part
Where youngins is letting them things bark
MurderTown MurderTown
Where all these young niggas is serving now
Popping pills they ain't just burning chow
Got they brains all twisted they be higher up paranoid
Already sketchy with the hands, rather blam a boy
Look
Destined for a cage or a grave
Ain't never been showed love so it ain't what they display
Talk ya head off I know real ain't what you say
And it definitely ain't because you holding guns or getting paid
Remain the same whether up or down
And keep it humble youngins bucking now
Young bitches is fucking now
All for the paper so if you getting some
Keep the boasting about what you doing to a minimum
2 Things for certain 1 for sho
Fuck the bullshit I just want the dough
(Nigga I just want the dough)
Ain't about it then I don't know
But if that's the goal tell me where to go
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas (Hold up)
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it (Whoa)
They don't understand they got the same 24
They just see you outchea ballin and you getting more
Wanna peep ya moves try to figure how you score
Fuck the legwork to get the own
They thinking getting yours
Everybody's a savage and wanna be a gangsta
Bitches fucking whoever spending even the lame ones
Morals all gone and niggas is outta pocket
Running round playing no plans to get a profit
What is we doing niggas gotta do better
In my Rich Dollarz voice get to the cheddar
Crackers booking niggas still giving em letters
Niggas still ain't writing em but they the realest ever
And I know I fall short but I ain't faking the funk
Screaming free him free them
Ain't send em a crumb
Know the ones I do talk to telling me stunt
Hold it down till they touch down
Ain't nothing but some months (Yeah)
2 Things for certain 1 for sho
Fuck the bullshit I just want the dough
(Nigga I just want the dough)
Ain't about it then I don't know
But if that's the goal tell me where to go
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas (Hold up)
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it (Whoa)
Tell the opps I been getting my shots in
Working on my conditioning
This ain't no ordinary riddling
Different from them don't do no fitting in
Grew to be my own man
Little influence from my old man
Still grinding like sex to a slow jam
Ya dig
Swag still a coupe with the roof missing
Ain't much change still spitting flames couple tooths missing
Still Bag em
If not I'm still cashing
Get aroused off the chips
Ain't bout no bitch I'm braggin
Where da dough at
You bout it gotta show that
You around me gotta be 100
All my niggas know that
I get the money and blow that
Cause I ain't promised tomorrow
Few niggas I lost yesterday
Still feel the sorrow
Ima ball for em all though
Cash cribs autos
Bad Bitches mad riches
I rather stash riches
2 Things for certain 1 for sho
Fuck the bullshit I just want the dough
(Nigga I just want the dough)
Ain't about it then I don't know
But if that's the goal tell me where to go
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas (Hold up)
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it (Whoa)
A Different Cloth Boy I ain't like y'all
Catch you jockin my style Ima fight y'all
This right here is trademark
Out Delaware the insane part
Where youngins is letting them things bark
MurderTown MurderTown
Where all these young niggas is serving now
Popping pills they ain't just burning chow
Got they brains all twisted they be higher up paranoid
Already sketchy with the hands, rather blam a boy
Look
Destined for a cage or a grave
Ain't never been showed love so it ain't what they display
Talk ya head off I know real ain't what you say
And it definitely ain't because you holding guns or getting paid
Remain the same whether up or down
And keep it humble youngins bucking now
Young bitches is fucking now
All for the paper so if you getting some
Keep the boasting about what you doing to a minimum
2 Things for certain 1 for sho
Fuck the bullshit I just want the dough
(Nigga I just want the dough)
Ain't about it then I don't know
But if that's the goal tell me where to go
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas (Hold up)
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it (Whoa)
They don't understand they got the same 24
They just see you outchea ballin and you getting more
Wanna peep ya moves try to figure how you score
Fuck the legwork to get the own
They thinking getting yours
Everybody's a savage and wanna be a gangsta
Bitches fucking whoever spending even the lame ones
Morals all gone and niggas is outta pocket
Running round playing no plans to get a profit
What is we doing niggas gotta do better
In my Rich Dollarz voice get to the cheddar
Crackers booking niggas still giving em letters
Niggas still ain't writing em but they the realest ever
And I know I fall short but I ain't faking the funk
Screaming free him free them
Ain't send em a crumb
Know the ones I do talk to telling me stunt
Hold it down till they touch down
Ain't nothing but some months (Yeah)
2 Things for certain 1 for sho
Fuck the bullshit I just want the dough
(Nigga I just want the dough)
Ain't about it then I don't know
But if that's the goal tell me where to go
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it
I'll be at it in a minute
Let me call my niggas (Hold up)
Let me grab some hittas
We'll be on our way to get it (Whoa)
Credits
Writer(s): Jair Houi
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