Get That Dough Lyrics

Gotta get that gotta get that Gotta get that

Gotta get that gotta get that Gotta get that

Gotta get that dough

Gotta get that dough

Gotta get that dough and you Know I Gotta get that dough

Gotta get that dough

Gotta get that dough

Gotta get tha-at

And you Know I Gotta get that Dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta make that dough and you Know I Gotta make that dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta make tha-at

And you know I Gotta make That dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta get on this beat

Gotta run this flow

Everybody know that Lite Brite Go

Gotta make this wheat

But not by pole

Bipolar crazy ass two faced hoe

Don't get nasty with me

You already know

Ready the MAS wit dough

All right Though

My lower space has you KO'ed

Get in my face I start rolling Them punches

Or I might get the mace cause The Suburban Life

Gifted me with abundance

I don't care what bitch want it

I'm ancentedently On top and Triumphant

I Accent the Bentley

Behold when I'm on it

If a bitch go against me

You know that I'll run it

Say what I mean I aint ever Gone front it

And I mean what I say

I don't stunt it

Don't it

Make you feel some type of Way

That a bitch is on top of the Game

You can see that there's no one The same

Mentally you Beefing with my Brain

You's a lame Go to bed

If you can't even step to the Fame before you let that shit go To your head

Like the doormouse said

Get the right food for your Brain

And always keep it on the Bread aye

Gotta get that dough

Gotta get that dough

Gotta get that dough and you Know I Gotta get that dough

Gotta get that dough

Gotta get that dough

Gotta get tha-at

And you Know I Gotta get that Dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta make that dough and you Know I Gotta make that dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta make that dough

Gotta make tha-at

And you know I Gotta make That dough

Where that shit at

I'm not looking for the Carmex

I'm just looking for the car facts

So I'll go to carfax.com

Yeah I'm the Bomb

Just making sure that the car Don't got a bomb

I know I'm stupid I go dumb

Erykah badu's dad

I go on and on

Like a rolling stone

But the legend version

Look at all the shit I'm Interspersion

Like the vocabulary surgeon

Jabbing you with these bars

No Sea urchin

Yes she do got a beard

NO see her chin

Anyway no then again

This past week its been too Cold

This weekend too

Been past cold

Viruses is how you pass colds

And you can't unlock it unless You got the pass code

Gotta get that dough

And you know I Gotta get that Dough

Gotta get that