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Five Deez - Got Dough lyrics
[Hook] You got dough? (I got dough) You got chicks? (I got chicks) You got the whips? (All the whips) When you play the game you got the chips? You got scratch? (Big cheese) You got scrill? (All the loot) You cheesed up money? (Big bills) You got stacks? (No doubt) You got dough? (I got dough) You on the move? (I'm on the move) Are you a shaker? (I'm a shaker) A money maker? (A money maker) A risk taker? (A risk taker) A heart breaker? (I heard 'em all man) You want some more money? (I got grip) You got stacks? (Hell yes) [Verse 1] I don't wanna blow my horn but it needs to be told I had a scene to sit pretty by the time I got old I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul I got black power and a black bank roll Stank chicks, they sweat my knot and I love 'em I got cheese, now to bone 'em I don't have to drug 'em I'm coolin', rock rulin', don't like glock pullin' Block patrolin's played out, I'm yachtin' way out When I contemplate I skip rocks across the pond Bought a queue of you cats a plane with a yawn No harm's inteded that means no foul Cats with no dough, they got no style I'm cheesed up, like grills for school meals No one can test my cash dash appeal I mean bubble glean lex loaded with amenities Hold it, my bank account is bloated It should be duly noted that a lotta cats are angry Tryin' to spill the bills for thrills And pockets get left stanky Drinks all around, every weekend it's goin' down At the bar where scud is browned in French booze Floozies lose it Chasin' bucks where coochie gets absurd at times So I didn't wanna wait Montego Bay, Tobago, or Monaco I gotta go escape the rush My status is livin' plush, can't hear the fuss Like loot jammin' the ears of the def Russell Simmons, the women I get 'em believe I'm shorter than [???] I met 'em on constant occasions Due to big billies and they greenback motivations [Hook] [Verse 2] All the ladies used to call me stupid, now I'm funny And instead of runnin' from me, they attracted to my money They say we have so much in common and they like the way I'm rhymin' I know that they be sleepin' and reclinin' On how I be refinin', my mansion is made of diamonds Drivin' with my leg out of my sunroof whilin' Watchin' those right turns They want me to by groceries and hosieries Plus the wanna know the Deez, makin' introductions That concern me and they mommies, and they always treat me kindly I'm thinkin' "yeah, you can buy me" Written all over the faces - try me And I do it, in this case I never wonder, why me? I love the women, the women love me in return I bust sperm in the shape of dollar signs Jericho cosigns for Kyle and vice verse I'm defined by my verse, it's gross like net income You win some, you lose some, not me son I got more profit than the old testament I'm livin' proof and evidence that hard work pays off I bet G's on both teams in the playoffs I'm in luxury's lap, stay stacked Dapped up Daddy Warbucks for good luck People get star struck when I'm doin' average things I rock a mink and fly rings and keep my 'drobe dry cleaned I'm self-imposing for hoes and hose Like I'm pissed off water then my dough's flowing Like money, flag's caught in a down draft Never at half mast I'm not in Mourning like Alonzo over his kidneys All chickens be friendly when they with me We could jet to Sydney [Hook] [Verse 3] I got long dough and nice song flow Knock you out with my knot like I hit a strong draw Knew I was about to blow, got ready and was stackin' I like serial with my thug passion, Known for my fashion And playin' the loan like a mass man And all my electronics made by taskin' Cats who front get hit up wit' a trashcan Little kids see me comin' they call me cash man I'm rollin' lets start the tape like a car chase Live like a star, eccentric with bizarre taste I got a house in a far place, I don't back down I always stick to my point like a John Pase (So cut and edit) I wouldn't have done it If I didn't know I could get way wit' it By the time that I jetted I never fretted, I just bedded A lot of opposite sexes, it's like I had 'em on credit [Hook] [Talking/freestyle] |
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