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Dough (feat. Bware)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Dough (feat. Bware) was released on July 2, 2025 by 1741632 Records DK2 as a part of the album 2wo
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Album2wo
Release DateJuly 2, 2025
Label1741632 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bookie2Paid
Bookie2Paid
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bookie2Paid
Bookie2Paid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cz
Cz
Producer
Czyzu
Czyzu
Producer
Juvilo
Juvilo
Engineer

Lyrics

(Bitch, break into the pipe, run me my turn)
I need dough (I need dough)
I could give a fuck about a hoe, bitch, your money come first
You know I'm on the gum on that road (on that road)
Run up these bands, what I know (what I know)
Make your bitch get low for this money on the floor
Like no (like no), like, no, I ain't ready
I got a meal on my mind, I got money lined up
Run, run, and we ain't ready, you know I'm posed up
I got Celine on my feet, and my wrist froze up
Spent a rack on my jeans, spent a rack, this shit
I could fuck with no guy, rich bitch, what I need
Could catch what I bring, you do not smoke like me
Yo, let me be that guy, two pennies for this bitch
You ain't bring me no money, get the fuck out of my way
Every time I slide through, what the homies will get paid
When I ain't playing by my back, and it's broke, bitch, cock
Big horns on your block, if I pull to your plate
Fast cars, what I ride, that bitch on my side
Run around all night, with this money in my pipe
And I'll be playing on my name, with y'all crazy on this side
Bitch, I'll never die, I'm talking too much money on my mind
She tryna bop, but she broke, so I ain't hit her back
I want a yacht, foe, 'cause my pocket's fat
Dino baby from the west, miss another back
I just sling with a stick, with a switch test
My body fuck it up and turn around, I'm tryna see some
Bring your best friend, if she a bot, can't have a threesome
Chunky with expensive attach, they know I keep one
Ay, ay, they know I keep one
Yeah, I need my dough, my foe, moving slow
Keep a bop on the blazer, my shit, I need my dough
I could pull it to your crib, I could pull up on your bitch
With the eggs hopping out, with all type shit (type shit)
I need dough (I need dough)
I could give a fuck about a hoe, bitch, your money come first
You know I'm on the gum on that road (on that road)
Run up these bands, what I know (what I know)
Make your bitch get low for this money on the floor
Like no (like no), like, no, I ain't ready
I got a meal on my mind, I got money lined up
Run, run, and we ain't ready, you know I'm posed up
I got Celine on my feet, and my wrist froze up
Written by: Bookie 2paid
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