YG - Gotta Get Dough lyrics

She say she like ballers
She say she like dick
She say she like girls
That don't even make sense
She say she like the balls, say shit fucking
She supposed to be mine
See that's why you can't trust em
I'm tryina get some head
Old bitch what it is
If you ain't with that, then it is what it is
I'm tattered on my ribs
Yeah I'm tattered on my neck
You be throwing off the liqour I
Be throwing up the set
I'm bout my money, I'm bout my cheese
Still eating Mickey D's
Big macs with no cheese
All you rap niggas tryina sound like me
I hear you niggas talking but
It don't sound like beef
I'm so mayo the real definition
Yeah I hope you niggas
Ain't gotta pocket pussy
That was 16, but I'm a keep going
You ain't made enough yet bitch keep hooing
You be deep throating why you actin innocent
I ain't tryina be friend
I just want the benefit's
Why you worry bout, who hittin this?
I'm a friend of your house hidden in the well
You niggas getting chip, I'm playing chips
You got your mind on me, I got minds on rich
Give it up, give it up, slide like this
Rolex and the chain might blind your bitch
I woke up, this morning
Like I'm a grind late night till the morning
Though, being broke was boring
So I grind late night till the morning
The only thing that a nigga need to know
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough
The only thing that a nigga need to know
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough

Ah, better watch how you pussy niggas act
The only time it's safe is
When it's getting cracked
Yeah I'm real flashy, ball like an athlete
Burner to the dob, ah, make it nasty
Don't test me, this ain't college
A bitch get flipped on, I call her knowledge
Make the bitch run, make the bitch come
I'm in a 2 seater, having a three some
Ah, hey they say I like them brand new
They say I wear hollywood
Shit is prolly true
Ah, tree tops to the schools
Fucking with the border rules
Never slipping never catch me
In the house shoes got the jays in my feet
Got the jays in the streets
Got the jays at the dough
If I ever gave the bitch money
She got it off the floor
I woke up, this morning
Like I'm a grind late night till the morning
Though, being broke was boring
So I grind late night till the morning
The only thing that a nigga need to know
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough
The only thing that a nigga need to know
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough

Yeah, I do that with my eyes closed
I'm a thug, I still read the bible
Praying for survival
They ask me why I got the strap
Shit, I'm tryina stay alive bro
Yeah, hit me on the text
Told her we together
Fucking told her she my ex
Pocket full of benjes, so nigga I've been g
Stop stealin my swag nigga, I'm stan g
Riding in a benz and you
Niggas don't offend me
I don't give a fuck if you was a 110 deep
We can talk about money cause I got that
Popped the homie same night, we gonn pop back
Ah, and I don't rob I stay fast
When I get rich, I promise to stay blat
The only thing I'm giving a stake back
It's puttin my homies on
And giving a state crack
I woke up, this morning
Like I'm a grind late night till the morning
Though, being broke was boring
So I grind late night till the morning
The only thing that a nigga need to know
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough
The only thing that a nigga need to know
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough