क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arthur Epps
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arthur Epps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fmg Studios
Producer
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Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Ay, Rick and Thad
Ay man, Rick and Thad, went crazy on this motherfucka
Yeah, uh, that dough
Baby, tryna see that cash, I'm tryna see you throw it
All that ass that you got, my cash gon' make me blow it
Just throw that ass in a circle, baby, drop it low
That dough,That dough(that dough!)
Baby tryna see that cash,I'm tryna see you throw it
All that ass that you got, my cash gon' make me blow it
Just throw that ass in a circle, baby, drop it low
That dough, that dough, that dough, dough, dough
Baby, tryna see that cash, I'm tryna see you show it
All that ass that you got, my cash gon' make me blow it
Just throw that ass in a circle, baby, drop it low
That dough, that dough, that dough, dough, dough
Baby, tryna see that cash, I'm tryna see you show it
All that ass that you got, my cash gon' make me blow it
Just throw that ass in a circle, baby, drop it low
Drop it low for me, yeah, get on that pole for me
I'm lovin' the way that you bouncin' it
All this cash that I got, I ain't counting' it
Yeah, she a hoe for me, yeah, she a pro for me
Just look at the way that she poppin' it
I'm lovin' the way that you droppin' it
Ok, let's get it, we at magic, so let's make magic
In the cut and I got two baddies
Drop it on me while she callin' me daddy
All this cash I got bout to let this bitch have it
Macho man like Randy I'm a savage
This cash that I'm getting done turned to a habit
I got plenty to throw, just throw it some more
I promise, just want you to grab it, yeah
Club done turned me to a fiend, yeah
Swear it's my favorite of scenes
She lovin' the casa and it's all on me
Just tell me you leavin' this bitch with me
Matter of fact, you can bring your whole team
I got plenty of money, could share all this green
We get to the spot, better not have on them jeans
I'm swearing this bitch be the girl of my dreams
Yeah, goin' up just like Irving
In that two-tone, big-body Swervin
Got enough room, girl, this a suburban
We could bring more bitches on purpose
Tell that **** don't call, lil' ****, she workin
In the back from suckin' and slurpin
This one night can change your whole life, girl
Just got to show that you worth it
And she runnin' the scene
Lil' mama just wanna be seen
Like the stars on the roof, I can make you a dream
I promise you, girl, you can get anything
Nice cars, nice clothes, nice rings
You poppin' Lil' Mama, them bitches look mean
Why you hatin, lil' ho, I can make you some dough
I promise you, get with the team, yeah
Show you the finest things
I swear that I live like a king
On top of my palace, just need me a chalice
And a bitch just might make you my queen
Always got Rick on my jeans
Chanel be the shoes while I step on these beats
This bitch be a dummy, she not fuckin' with me
Now shut up, lil' bitch, let me count up in peace
Yeah, uh, that dough
Baby, tryna see that cash
I'm tryin' see you throw it
All that ass that you got
My cash gon' make me blow it
Just throw that ass in a circle, baby
Drop it low, that dough
That dough, that dough, dough, dough
Baby tryna see that cash
I'm tryin' to see, you throw it
All that ass that you got
My cash gon' make me blow it
Just throw that ass in a circle, baby
Drop it low
Written by: Arthur Epps