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Dough lyrics

Performer George Harrell

Dough song lyrics by George Harrell official

Dough is a song in indeterminate language

She want me wife her cuz I get the dough

Made a way with this rapping I kick down the door

You were sleeping on me but not anymore

Stay in my bag like I’m at the store

We stacking racks, stacking pesos

I really do numbers just check out the score

Shawdy don’t lie I know you a hoe, she wanna kiss but it’s no mistletoe

You a gold digger your true colors show

Play with my money we tagging your toe

They said problems gon come with the racks, you want a feature then I gotta tax

Always look clean like I’m wearing some slacks

Stay with my brother he stay with that Mac

You tick him off he’ll blow off your hat, play these words no cat in the hat

Shawdy stay on her knees and blow like a fiddle

These niggas be hating don’t feel them a little

My girl she a dime not wifing a nickel, beat up that pussy she walking out cripple

You know I’m official I don’t own a whistle, mama first child, I’m not the middle

Ball on these niggas like Donovan Mitchell, the whole team eating we don’t gotta nibble

Don’t need a handout I’ll do it myself, yea I heard your music think you need some help

Ice on my neck and my wrist it won’t melt, stay with some green in my pocket like kelp

Gimme me two years them plaques on the shelf, girl how you love me you don’t love yourself

He ain’t getting no money his pockets small like a elf

Just couldn’t be me I stay with some Benjamins

Red and white fit just like a peppermint

I don’t care bout these haters who don’t see the vision, I bet the people gon remember me

If the label ain’t talking some fucking millions, I promise Elias illiterate

Life be lifting got bills to pay, keep god in my life I gotta pray

Always grateful I woke up another day

She want me wife her cuz I get the dough

Made a way with this rapping I kick down the door

You were sleeping on me but not anymore

Stay in my bag like I’m at the store

We stacking racks, stacking pesos

I really do numbers just check out the score

Shawdy don’t lie I know you a hoe, she wanna kiss but it’s no mistletoe

You a gold digger your true colors show

Play with my money we tagging your toe

They said problems gon come with the racks, you want a feature then I gotta tax

Always look clean like I’m wearing some slacks

Stay with my brother he stay with that Mac

You tick him off he’ll blow off your hat, play these words no cat in the hat

Shawdy stay on her knees and blow like a fiddle

These niggas be hating don’t feel them a little

My girl she a dime not wifing a nickel, beat up that pussy she walking out cripple

You know I’m official I don’t own a whistle, mama first child, I’m not the middle

Ball on these niggas like Donovan Mitchell, the whole team eating we don’t gotta nibble

Don’t need a handout I’ll do it myself, yea I heard your music think you need some help

Ice on my neck and my wrist it won’t melt, stay with some green in my pocket like kelp

Gimme me two years them plaques on the shelf, girl how you love me you don’t love yourself

He ain’t getting no money his pockets small like a elf

Just couldn’t be me I stay with some Benjamins

Red and white fit just like a peppermint

I don’t care bout these haters who don’t see the vision, I bet the people gon remember me

If the label ain’t talking some fucking millions, I promise Elias illiterate

Life be lifting got bills to pay, keep god in my life I gotta pray

Always grateful I woke up another day
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