Key Glock - Dough lyrics
[Key Glock - Dough lyrics]
Band yuh
Yuh yuh-yuh, yuh, yuh (Let the band play)
Ayy, I'm runnin' to the money
You know how I'm comin'
Monday 'til Sunday night, be
Thumbin', thumbin', thumbin'
Got this bad bitch wit a onion and
She got her own money
She say money keep her comin'
But I keep them commas comin'
Yeah, yuh, another check again
I be killin' shit
Lord forgive me for my sins
Yeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and
My earrings cost a Benz
And my bitch is a Barbie
My name Key and not Ken
When I fired up my blunt
They like "Who fuck broke the wind?"
Double up my cup, I sip lean, not gin
I be high as fuck
It feel like my head spinnin' but no
I ain't spendin' no time wit these bitches
Hell nah, give me head, keep your draws
Yeah yeah
Big dawg, I don't know 'bout y'all, yeah yeah
Bling-blaow, jewelry game Niagara Falls
Yeah yeah stack it tall, money in the
Floor and wall, uh, uh, yuh
One to the two to the three and to the four
Big Glock is all about
His motherfuckin' dough
Ready to make a entrance where my backend
Bruh?
Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
I told her throw that ass back so
I can bust it like a bubble
South Memphis nigga in this bitch, yeah
You know you in trouble
Ain't nuthin but a P thang, baby
Young iced-out nigga going crazy
Paper Route is the label that pays me
Unplayable so please don't try to play me
Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, bitch
I'm the man
Before you talk raise up your hand, yuh
I been runnin' it up, these
Niggas just been runnin' errands, uh
How you screamin' Crip and Blood and
Ain't been to the land? What?
Hold up, dog pound, you's a
Mutt, you need to scram, yeah
You know how I get down, money talks
You hear me loud
Yeah I know you hear me loud
I be countin' like
One to the two to the three and to the four
Big Glock is all about
His motherfuckin' dough
Ready to make a entrance where my backend
Bruh?
Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
Yeah, turn it up, uh, bitch, I'm the shit
Givin' niggas bubble guts
Yeah, every whip in my crib
It go two hundred plus
Except my yellow short bus
That's my Rolls-Royce truck
Yeah, I be going nuts, nigga, I be going dumb
(Dummy) dumber, thumbin' through the numbers
Run up
(Run it up, run it up) , run up if you wanna
Chopstick on me, bitch, I eat you like a tuna
Young niggas wit me
They'll eat you like piranha
I wonder why these niggas be hatin', yuh
Lord knows I really got balls
Shootin' like the navy, yuh
Big loud foreign toy wakin' up my neighbors
Uh they like "Where you going Glock?"
I'm going to get some paper, yeah
One to the two to the three and to the four
Big Glock is all about
His motherfuckin' dough
Ready to make a entrance where my backend
Bruh?
Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
One to the two to the three and to the four
One to the two to the three and to the four
One to the two to the three and to the four
Big Glock is all about
His motherfuckin' dough yeah, yeah, yeah
'bout his motherfuckin' dough
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'bout his motherfuckin' dough
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Glizzock
Yuh yuh-yuh, yuh, yuh (Let the band play)
Ayy, I'm runnin' to the money
You know how I'm comin'
Monday 'til Sunday night, be
Thumbin', thumbin', thumbin'
Got this bad bitch wit a onion and
She got her own money
She say money keep her comin'
But I keep them commas comin'
Yeah, yuh, another check again
I be killin' shit
Lord forgive me for my sins
Yeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and
My earrings cost a Benz
And my bitch is a Barbie
My name Key and not Ken
When I fired up my blunt
They like "Who fuck broke the wind?"
Double up my cup, I sip lean, not gin
I be high as fuck
It feel like my head spinnin' but no
I ain't spendin' no time wit these bitches
Hell nah, give me head, keep your draws
Yeah yeah
Big dawg, I don't know 'bout y'all, yeah yeah
Bling-blaow, jewelry game Niagara Falls
Yeah yeah stack it tall, money in the
Floor and wall, uh, uh, yuh
One to the two to the three and to the four
Big Glock is all about
His motherfuckin' dough
Ready to make a entrance where my backend
Bruh?
Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
I told her throw that ass back so
I can bust it like a bubble
South Memphis nigga in this bitch, yeah
You know you in trouble
Ain't nuthin but a P thang, baby
Young iced-out nigga going crazy
Paper Route is the label that pays me
Unplayable so please don't try to play me
Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, bitch
I'm the man
Before you talk raise up your hand, yuh
I been runnin' it up, these
Niggas just been runnin' errands, uh
How you screamin' Crip and Blood and
Ain't been to the land? What?
Hold up, dog pound, you's a
Mutt, you need to scram, yeah
You know how I get down, money talks
You hear me loud
Yeah I know you hear me loud
I be countin' like
One to the two to the three and to the four
Big Glock is all about
His motherfuckin' dough
Ready to make a entrance where my backend
Bruh?
Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
Yeah, turn it up, uh, bitch, I'm the shit
Givin' niggas bubble guts
Yeah, every whip in my crib
It go two hundred plus
Except my yellow short bus
That's my Rolls-Royce truck
Yeah, I be going nuts, nigga, I be going dumb
(Dummy) dumber, thumbin' through the numbers
Run up
(Run it up, run it up) , run up if you wanna
Chopstick on me, bitch, I eat you like a tuna
Young niggas wit me
They'll eat you like piranha
I wonder why these niggas be hatin', yuh
Lord knows I really got balls
Shootin' like the navy, yuh
Big loud foreign toy wakin' up my neighbors
Uh they like "Where you going Glock?"
I'm going to get some paper, yeah
One to the two to the three and to the four
Big Glock is all about
His motherfuckin' dough
Ready to make a entrance where my backend
Bruh?
Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
One to the two to the three and to the four
One to the two to the three and to the four
One to the two to the three and to the four
Big Glock is all about
His motherfuckin' dough yeah, yeah, yeah
'bout his motherfuckin' dough
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'bout his motherfuckin' dough
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Glizzock