Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Get Dough, artist - Young Gangsta.
Date of issue: 07.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gotta Get Dough |
She say she like ballers, she say she like dick |
She say she like girls, that don’t even make sense |
She say she like the balls, say shit fucking |
She supposed to be mine, see that’s why you can’t trust em |
I’m tryina get some head, old bitch what it is |
If you ain’t with that, then it is what it is |
I’m tattered on my ribs, yeah I’m tattered on my neck |
You be throwing off the liqour I be throwing up the set |
I’m bout my money, I’m bout my cheese |
Still eating niggas d’s, big macs with no cheese |
All you rap niggas tryina sound like me |
I hear you niggas talking but it don’t sound like beef |
I’m so mayo the real definition |
Yeah I hope you niggas ain’t gotta pop the pussy |
That was 16, but I’m a keep going |
You ain’t made enough yet bitch keep hooing |
You be deep throating why you actin innocent |
I ain’t tryina be friend, I just want the benefits |
Why you worry bout, who hittin this? |
I’m a friend of your house hidden in the well |
You niggas getting chip, I’m playing chips |
You got your mind on me, I got minds on rich |
Give it up, give it up, slide like this |
Rolex and the chain might blind your bitch |
I woke up, this morning |
Like I’m a grind late night till the morning |
Though, being broke was boring |
So I grind late night till the morning |
The only thing that a nigga need to know |
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough |
The only thing that a nigga need to know |
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough |
Ah, better watch how you pussy niggas act |
The only time it’s safe is when it’s getting cracked |
Yeah I’m real flashy, ball like an athlete |
Burner to the dob, ah, make it nasty |
Don’t test me, this ain’t college |
A bitch get flipped on, I call her knowledge |
Make the bitch run, make the bitch come |
I’m in a 2 seater, having a three some |
Ah, hey, they say I like them brand new |
They say I wear hollywood, shit is prolly true |
Ah, tree tops to the schools |
Fucking with the border rules |
Never slipping never catch me in the house shoes |
Got the jays in my feet, got the jays in the streets |
Got the jays at the dough |
If I ever gave the bitch money she got it off the floor |
I woke up, this morning |
Like I’m a grind late night till the morning |
Though, being broke was boring |
So I grind late night till the morning |
The only thing that a nigga need to know |
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough |
The only thing that a nigga need to know |
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough |
Yeah, I do that with my eyes closed |
I’m a thug, I still read the bible |
Praying for survival, they ask me why I got the strap |
Shit, I’m tryina stay alive bro |
Yeah, hit me on the text, |
Told her we together, fucking told her she my ex |
Pocket full of benjes, so nigga I’ve been g |
Stop stealin my swag nigga, I’m stan g |
Riding in a benz and you niggas don’t offend me |
I don’t give a fuck if you was a 110 deep |
We can talk about money cause I got that |
Popped the homie same night, we gonn pop back |
Ah, and I don’t rob I stay fast |
When I get rich, I promise to stay blat |
The only thing I’m giving a stake back |
It’s puttin my homies on, and giving a state crack |
I woke up, this morning |
Like I’m a grind late night till the morning |
Though, being broke was boring |
So I grind late night till the morning |
The only thing that a nigga need to know |
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough |
The only thing that a nigga need to know |
I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough |