Dead Guys ft. Mr. Bigg O.Z Lyrics

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Graveyard in the back, tombstones in the couch

From the south, dirty dirty, put some golds in my mouth

Hold the game up for ransom, show em what I'm bout

Got a couple dead white boys stacked up in the house

Talking Washington, Lincoln, Grant and that Jefferson

My best friend for life is my homie named Franklin

Benjamin, Benjamin, gotta keep them Benjamins

Numb to that bullshit, nah I ain't feeling them

Skeletons in my closet, 24 on my hearse

Zombies scratching at my door, look they trying to get that work

Evil residents, so I'm watching all you people

You try me like a pillow, Ima hit em with the sleeper

Rule one to Zombieland, gotta have that cardio

Don't forget to double tap to make sure you get em hoes

Gotta know your way out, man don't try to be the hero

Back against the wall, you gotta let them dice roll

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

This that end of the world, going hard till I die, flow

Bitches think they slick, we'll tell them hoes I'm Crisco

One million served, they know me from my Big Mac

Special sauce, lettuce, cheese, my bread, I'm a triple that

Come From where the drama at trouble he my best friend

Problem nothing new, if I'm here, then I'm all in

Dawn of the Dead, the way I'm getting to the dollars

Land of the Living Dead, better try to keep them gwallas

I stunt like Jackie, kick shit, Bruce Lee

Black Mask, Jet Li, you can come and get me

Baby don't tempt me, gangsta man it's in me

Certified OG, you gon' have to show me

Dead guys in my wallet, walking cemetery

Dead guy in my house, I'm a living mortuary

Walking Dead on the street, so I gotta keep the heat

Living Dead in my bed, she done sucked ya boy to sleep

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow

Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)