Lyrics
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mmh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, look, uh
They said the paper get hot turn you to ashes
Only thing is I don't remember me askin'
Fill up my bag of chips and I ain't sharin' a fraction
I'm down for whatever, niggas know I'm 'bout that action
He asked me for a ballpark price, I pitched him double
I'm taxin' like they uncle, but I gotta keep it subtle
And even if he notice I know he don't want no trouble
'Cause there's nothing like the hustle in a nigga from the struggle
I been on my dough since a youngin'
You should know that shit
You should know (you should know)
I been on my dough since a youngin'
You should know that shit
You should know (you should know)
I been on my dough since a youngin'
You should know that shit
You should know (you should know)
I been on my dough since a youngin'
You should know that shit
You should know (you should know)
I got what you need, what you want, and what you don't
I do what you see, what you plot, and what you won't
I just served a fiend walkin' out the corner store
Only thing that's guaranteed is I'm bound to get this dough
I got what you need, what you want, and what you don't
I do what you see, what you plot, and what you won't
I just served a fiend walkin' out the corner store
Only thing that's guaranteed is I'm bound to get this dough
Now don't let me catch you slippin' 'cause I always got that grip
We might run up in your crib and take whatever we can get
Meet the plug up for a zip, but we gon' run off with a brick
All them hundreds on the counter 'cause that paper counterfeit
And I'm...
Man, fuck what you talkin about? I'm tryna get paid
You know it's whatever, I'm down for whatever
If it's bread, I'm there
Shit, I'ma get mine, mhm
