Make Dough, Pt. 2
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't go
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't go
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
Stepped in got cold, it's him fasho'
You can call me K$O or Baby Goat
I made it out of hell lil' baby, came out the hole
Now a nigga gettin' dough, I ain't goin' broke
Had a convo with Ben Fran, now I'm gainin' hope
Said he comin' in a load, it's on the flo'
Shorty likin' all my pics, she want some $o
Still a curve a bitch under a mistletoe
I done ran up a good band just sittin' home
I'm doin' good on my own, just leave me lone'
Man these niggas real soft, these niggas foam
If you ain't come to get lit then stay at home
Like I'm Uzi in '16, my money long
Don't try and take her phone this her favorite song
She gon' left right up down when you put it on
If you ain't gettin' bucks bitch, don't sit along
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't go
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't go
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
Go, go, go bitch
Gotta fuck it up if you want them strips
Go, go, get lit
Do your lil' shit get lit like a wick
Go, go, go bitch
Gotta fuck it up if you want them strips
Go, go, get lit
Do your lil' shit get lit like a wick
Took his lil' hoe now he pissed
Mackin 101 dismissed (That's how you do that shit)
I could never love no bitch
They'll leave you kold as my wrist (I can't love no bitch)
Niggas left me in a ditch
Bounced out on me like Sid (You's a punk rock bitch)
Now a nigga gettin' these strips
Now they tryna' see what it is (Pockets heavy like shit)
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't show
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't show
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't go
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't go
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
Stepped in got cold, it's him fasho'
You can call me K$O or Baby Goat
I made it out of hell lil' baby, came out the hole
Now a nigga gettin' dough, I ain't goin' broke
Had a convo with Ben Fran, now I'm gainin' hope
Said he comin' in a load, it's on the flo'
Shorty likin' all my pics, she want some $o
Still a curve a bitch under a mistletoe
I done ran up a good band just sittin' home
I'm doin' good on my own, just leave me lone'
Man these niggas real soft, these niggas foam
If you ain't come to get lit then stay at home
Like I'm Uzi in '16, my money long
Don't try and take her phone this her favorite song
She gon' left right up down when you put it on
If you ain't gettin' bucks bitch, don't sit along
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't go
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't go
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
Go, go, go bitch
Gotta fuck it up if you want them strips
Go, go, get lit
Do your lil' shit get lit like a wick
Go, go, go bitch
Gotta fuck it up if you want them strips
Go, go, get lit
Do your lil' shit get lit like a wick
Took his lil' hoe now he pissed
Mackin 101 dismissed (That's how you do that shit)
I could never love no bitch
They'll leave you kold as my wrist (I can't love no bitch)
Niggas left me in a ditch
Bounced out on me like Sid (You's a punk rock bitch)
Now a nigga gettin' these strips
Now they tryna' see what it is (Pockets heavy like shit)
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't show
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
I make dough, bitch I make dough
I'm talkin' 20s, 50s, & Frankos
If I ain't gettin' paid in bluestrips then I won't show
Why they call you K$O, cause I make dough
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Writer(s): Rokergens Jean-louis
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