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Ayy, herringbone chain swang a bit Telephone rang, hang the bitch I just answer for the Dough, dough, dough, dough, dough, dough Yeah, I can't even really explain the shit It ain't really been the same since I got some change I just wanted more, more, more, more, more, more (yeah) Ayy, payday (payday), please get rid of my headache (headache) Need my change like mayday (mayday) Need my bank so heavy (yeah, yeah), ayy We just really wanted more, more, yeah, yeah Ayy, I need my bank doubled up, tripled up Westbrook probably be proud of me Soon as my stock bubble up Know it's up for anybody that doubted me I'ma get pounds indeed I just got mouths to feed I done been around the block I done put time in that Niggas ain't clocking me Oh, yeah, it's Southside nigga Made man, I'm 'bout to clean up forreal I might just heat up forreal Propane, king of the hill Gotenk beat up the hymns I'm up nine thou', wow B up to win The pack drop now B in demand I bet I max out then re-up again, bitch keep up I'm pushing the grind up shawty Either you down or moving around But please make your mind up shawty I don't got time for nothing but profit What is you talking 'bout shawty? Hop out my trap house shawty Bando got it on lockdown, top down Moving through the levels hit the pedal when I go, go, go, go, go Ayy, herringbone chain swang a bit Telephone rang, hang the bitch I just answer for the Dough, dough, dough, dough, dough, dough Yeah, I can't even really explain the shit It ain't really been the same since I got some change I just wanted more, more, more, more, more, more (yeah) Ayy, payday (payday), please get rid of my headache (headache) Need my change like mayday (mayday) Need my bank so heavy (yeah, yeah), ayy We just really wanted more, more Me and my dogs on punters Bitch ass nigga don't run up All my kinfolk cut up All these hoes gone love it Me and my dog don't talk on every day basis but still get money Me and my bitch don't talk on an everyday basis But you still can't touch her Nigga might ball like stunna I was just there last summer I was just there like I was just there last summer Run through a check well run it Seven digits like phone numbers Call up Jet put my face in the pack Look like Tony when I'm making it stack All this pain and I need it I need my coin and the meter We only answer for the dough Like I'm making pizza Like I'm making pizza, nigga, are you eating? Yeah Ayy, herringbone chain swang a bit Telephone rang, hang the bitch I just answer for the Dough, dough, dough, dough, dough, dough Yeah, I can't even really explain the shit It ain't really been the same since I got some change I just wanted more, more, more, more, more, more (yeah) Ayy, payday (payday), please get rid of my headache (headache) Need my change like mayday (mayday) Need my bank so heavy (yeah, yeah), ayy We just really wanted more, more
Writer(s): James Mathew Thow, Isaiah Faber, Jordan Pritchett, David William Faber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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