ItsTheReal, Lil Jon - Just to Make Dough lyrics
[ItsTheReal, Lil Jon - Just to Make Dough lyrics]
Yeah, motherfuckers! (yeah)
ItsTheReal, bitch! (Bitch) lil Jon, bitch!
I make raps just to make dough
Just to make liquor just to make clothes
Just to make movies which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap
I'm retiring before my first release date
Rap was a building block
But now I fuck with real estate
Working construction, yeah
That's how I raise the roof
I'm out there selling alcohol
It's called Recession Proof
I'm not a rapper, go ahead and check my taxes
I got a masters in cutting
I'm teaching classes
I do this for my mother's hair
Now it relaxes building closets
They got racks and racks and rackses
Clothing line crazy: Ron Artest fleece
Match my purple and gold Metta Jesus piece
I'm the Grand Cherokee
Designing custom Jeeps
Drove my talents all the way
Down to South Beach
Turned nothing into stunting ego self made
Steady drinking on that ItsTheReal Kool-Aid
Oh yeah, I'm a man of many hats
I'm into selling out, not into selling raps
I make raps just to make dough
Just to make liquor just to make clothes
Just to make movies which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap i make raps
Just to make dough just to make liquor
Just to make clothes just to make movies
Which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap
Fuck rapping
Dog rapping is for rappy rappers
Man, I'm just an actor
Make movies, make money, then screw it
Make time for someone else to do it
Selling out's an art form, I'm in the Louvre
I'm just proving I've got nothing
Else to prove ah got a clothing line that
Everyone should know about
Got a red wine everyone Bordeauxs about
Fuck Hellman's, man, I'm Grey Poupon
Shouldn't let me on the plane
My shoes are the bomb
See me tweeting and I'm looking verified
No matter where I go
I got a check by my side
I'm retired, hang my jersey in the rafters
Forget rapping cash is what I'm after
Being so clear as I make my great escape
Enjoy the rest of the mixtape!
I make raps just to make dough
Just to make liquor just to make clothes
Just to make movies which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap i make raps
Just to make dough just to make liquor
Just to make clothes just to make movies
Which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap
Bye, bitches bye, bitches!
Rich, fly, drunk i could still rap though
ItsTheReal, bitch! (Bitch) lil Jon, bitch!
I make raps just to make dough
Just to make liquor just to make clothes
Just to make movies which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap
I'm retiring before my first release date
Rap was a building block
But now I fuck with real estate
Working construction, yeah
That's how I raise the roof
I'm out there selling alcohol
It's called Recession Proof
I'm not a rapper, go ahead and check my taxes
I got a masters in cutting
I'm teaching classes
I do this for my mother's hair
Now it relaxes building closets
They got racks and racks and rackses
Clothing line crazy: Ron Artest fleece
Match my purple and gold Metta Jesus piece
I'm the Grand Cherokee
Designing custom Jeeps
Drove my talents all the way
Down to South Beach
Turned nothing into stunting ego self made
Steady drinking on that ItsTheReal Kool-Aid
Oh yeah, I'm a man of many hats
I'm into selling out, not into selling raps
I make raps just to make dough
Just to make liquor just to make clothes
Just to make movies which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap i make raps
Just to make dough just to make liquor
Just to make clothes just to make movies
Which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap
Fuck rapping
Dog rapping is for rappy rappers
Man, I'm just an actor
Make movies, make money, then screw it
Make time for someone else to do it
Selling out's an art form, I'm in the Louvre
I'm just proving I've got nothing
Else to prove ah got a clothing line that
Everyone should know about
Got a red wine everyone Bordeauxs about
Fuck Hellman's, man, I'm Grey Poupon
Shouldn't let me on the plane
My shoes are the bomb
See me tweeting and I'm looking verified
No matter where I go
I got a check by my side
I'm retired, hang my jersey in the rafters
Forget rapping cash is what I'm after
Being so clear as I make my great escape
Enjoy the rest of the mixtape!
I make raps just to make dough
Just to make liquor just to make clothes
Just to make movies which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap i make raps
Just to make dough just to make liquor
Just to make clothes just to make movies
Which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap
Bye, bitches bye, bitches!
Rich, fly, drunk i could still rap though