THAT DOE ft. M$. MONEY BAG$ Lyrics

Gotta get that dough, it was all we know

At the front back door, three tails in a row

It's like a tic-tac-toe, got them X's and them O's

If you call and let me know about that dough

Gotta get that dough, it was all we know

But despite we glow, they callin' me foe

From the bottom of my soul, said you gotta hustle

Put your pockets on this road, that dough

It was all we know, at the front back door

It's like a tic-tac-toe, got them X's and them O's

If you call and let me know about that dough

Gotta get that dough, it was all we know

But despite we glow, they callin' me foe

From the bottom of my soul, said you gotta hustle

Put your pockets on this road, that dough

It's money bags, pussy bitch, so don't get it twisted

A bitch that'll grind on pounds and bag it with the quickness

5'5", caramel, sweet, thick, and delicious

A bitch with a loud bark and my bite is vicious

So bitch, come and get this, cause if you really want it

I got a hell of a sag, as you can see, I'm flauntin

I'm seekin' a opponent, I only fuck with the best

It's time to get this money, so yeah, I'm at the connect

You bitches better respect Miss Motherfuckin' Money Bag

Or else your pussy ass end up in a body bag

And I can't help it if your baby daddy love my swag

Get on my level, ho, or pussy fall back

Gotta get that dough, it was all we know

But despite we glow, they callin' me foe

From the bottom of my soul, said you gotta hustle

Put your pockets on this road, that dough

It's money bags, pussy bitch, so don't get it twisted

A bitch that'll grind on pounds and bag it with the quickness

Got them X's and them O's, yeah, you know low

Call and let me know about that dough

It was all we know, but with a smile we go

When they callin' me foe, from the bottom of my soul

Said you gotta hustle, put your pockets on this road

Get a lot more of that dough

Said my dough is definitely outstanding

It's excellent, extraordinary

It's how my destiny's overcome each and every

Obstacle, easily complete, it's an impossible

Blazin' botanicals, mazin' tropicals

Mainly usin' your brain, it's so logical

You see, low, see, I know, I'm Mr. L-O

Lots of dough, I gots to go, I gots to go

Sky spray for paper, cause I got that off the top, though

We be ballin' and rockin' like bottles

My type so colossal, and me

Chasin' that paper, if you's a hater, you know

You gettin' sprayed with the vapors, collectin' pay from the capers

Nothin' like MJ to the Bader or the Lakers

A yay for the bakers, and a day for the cakers

More KMO anchors, ain't no way they're lookin' play with the takers

And guys, we trust, way of the maker

Say it's a major, above the D, A of the mayor

Wantin' cheese, different flavors, like professional players

And yeah, hustler, we professional players

Said that dough, gotta get that dough

It was on we knows, but the spot we go

When they callin' me foe, from the bottom of my soul

Said you gotta hustle, throw your pockets on the swole

That dough, dough, it was on we know

And we'll run that dough, bringin' sales in a row

It's like a tic-tac-toe, got them X's and them O's

It's a million on low, so call and let me know about that dough

It was on we knows, but the spot we go

When they callin' me foe, from the bottom of my soul

Said you gotta hustle, throw your pockets on the swole

Still can get a lot more of that dough

We eatin' cabins, that cornbread, broccoli, and them collard greens

We eatin' fruit, every onion, lime, it's lime with beans

You see these max elbows, the man with a lot of cheese

They beefin' bologna, ain't never bothered me

I'm goin' to hell on these turkeys, and I swear it's all gravy

We cookin' up them yams and them cookies quite daily

To me, I'll be corny if you ain't got carrots or chips

It's nuts how I be jammin' ice and cream

Plus, we ready to dip, no potatoes, but we hittin' them skins

At first, they actin' crabby, but I'm up and gettin' to 10

Don't put on the rice, shrimps, I dig a split to take out

She wantin' more sauce, just lean the cod for the steak out

Plus, she had that bread and that sloppy joe

I said, girl, I ain't on shrooms, so I gots to go

It's a situation where my spinach and banana clips

Fetish for the lettuce, cheese, and bread

Below sandwiches with these chickens and herbs

I feel I must succeed, I said, y'all need to catch up

With the fate of a mustard seed, it's like onion rings

Hold on, hush puppies, I hope my woman got a ponion

But not bunnies on the bunions, and my nutty buddies salty

Said, don't let me catch up, jalapeno pepper

Girl, that be spicy and saucy as ever

Make a pun, yeah, yeah