Ces Cru - Fuck Me On The Dough lyrics

I want my motherfucking money
Service is rendered
Fuck a check, return it to sender
Give me mine in legal tender mister manager
The venue was filled to capacity
Check the door box
Count my percentage and get that to me

Fuck me, fuck me on the dough and we
In all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps
But really fuck me
Fuck me on the dough and we
In all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps
But really

Ok, I’m trying to put a safe in the ground
Guess I got a hole to dig but
First I got to buy that shovel look it
We trying to leave a mark on the game
Guess we’ve got an album to press
And then we got to make that bubble
Okay, the hour's thirteen and
I love my friends
But understand, y’all, love don’t spin
They wanna get in, they wanna get it in
Fucking for scene
They blow their duckets on a bucket of gin
Then wanna act fucked up
When it costs a couple bucks to get in
I ain’t got nothing to lend
You got that cup to your chin
I’m hoping you’re tippin'
You know it’s the only motive for rippin'
This constant energy is worth every penny
And the price of admission
I’m like on a mission, like in a pocket
You gotta pay the profit to witness
To how he rock it
It’s like he’s in a rocket
His writing is like the rockets
Hard and you got to chop it to profit

I want my motherfucking money
Service is rendered
Fuck a check, return it to sender
Give me mine in legal tender mister manager
The venue was filled to capacity
Check the door box
Count my percentage and get that to me
Fuck me, fuck me on the dough and we
In all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps
But really fuck me
Fuck me on the dough and we
In all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps
But really

Y'all act silly, well hush, puppy I'm a pro
See I already know we can’t
Be trusted on the low
Could feel it in my bones when
He stuck me on the show
That’s why every time I call him
He duck me on the phone
And what we ought to know
They keep me in the dark about
Knew the game was shady when I started out
Mama told me "baby just be
Smart about your biz’
Don’t forget about your kid while
You’re carving out your niche"
Funny part about it is
The industry’s offended
When a major labels dusted
By a fucking independent
Strange Music, dude
Fuck if you believing in it
Don’t know what I have to do or what
It took for me to get it
No matter what they believe, when they look
They see an image not the person underneath
They mistook me for a gimmick
They push me to my limit's
They coming out their faces
These motherfuckers
Run their mouths, I’m running out of patience
Now come about your pockets
I’m coming out the basement
I bet you don’t know nothing
About no hundred dollar payments
I’m slaving over grills, determined as ever
Cooking the books
At the same time burning my cheddar

I want my motherfucking money
Service is rendered
Fuck a check, return it to sender
Give me mine in legal tender mister manager
The venue was filled to capacity
Check the door box
Count my percentage and get that to me

Fuck me, fuck me on the dough and we
In all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps
But really fuck me
Fuck me on the dough and we
In all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps
But really

I’m at the CoinStar, counting this cheddar
We better stretch
In the company of more wealthy
People I never met
Fuck a check, return it to sender
We getting more sluts
Red headed bitches for mommy
And daddy Warbucks

Before you fuck me over
For money maybe consider
That I’m cooking up a meal for you, buddy
Pay me for dinner
Plus the babysitter don’t work free
She needing chips
Everybody put their palm on my face
For a piece of this, i’m saying
The game can eat a dick, we need that bread
Committing suicide if'n they put a
Price on my head i want every last cent
I gotta have it like right now
Before the KCP&L is cutting my lights out

Missouri Gas come to put me out in the cold
So I need something I can see, touch
Count and then hold
Homie, matter don't money
No doubt I’ve been told
But how they fucked me's gone out of control!

I want my motherfucking money
Service is rendered
Fuck a check, return it to sender
Give me mine in legal tender mister manager
The venue was filled to capacity
Check the door box
Count my percentage and get that to me

Fuck me, fuck me on the dough and we
In all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps
But really fuck me
Fuck me on the dough and we
In all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps
But really