Dough

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Aye, I'm running to the money. You know how I'm coming. Monday to Sunday, and I be thumbing, thumbing, Thumbing. Got this baby with a onion, and she Got her own money. She say money keep her Coming, but I keep them commas coming in. Yeah, another check again. Uh, I be killing Lord, forgive me for my Sins. Yeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari, and my Earrings cost a Benz. Yeah, my is a Barbie. My name Ken, not Ken. When I fire up my blunt, they like, "Who The broke the wind?" Yeah, double up my cup. I sip lean, not gin. Yeah, I be high as It feel like my Head spinning. But no, I ain't spending no time With these Hell no, give me Keep your draws on. Yeah, yeah, big dog. I don't know about y'all. Yeah, yeah, pling-plow. Jewelry game, I never fall. Yeah, yeah, stacking tall. Money in the flowing wall. Uh, yeah. One to the two to the three To the four. Big Glock is all about his Mother dough. Ready to make an entrance where my bank at, Bruh. Because you know I'm 'bout to turn this I told her throw that back so I can Bust it like a bubble. Uh, South Memphis in this Yeah, You know you in trouble. Ain't nothing but a P Thang baby. Young iced out going crazy. Paper Route is the label that pays me. Unplayable, so please don't try to play me. You know what I'm saying? Uh, yeah I'm the Man. Before you talk, raise up your hand. Yeah, I been running it up. You just been running errands. Uh, how you screaming Crip and Blood and ain't Been to the Lamb? What? Pull up, dog pound. You's a mutt, you need to scram. Yeah, you know how I get down. Money talks, you hear me loud. Yeah, I know you hear me loud. I be counting like one to the two to The three to the four. Big Glock is all about his mother dough. Ready to make an entrance where my bank at, Bruh. Because you know I'm 'bout to turn this Yeah, turn it up. Uh, I'm the Giving bubble guts. Yeah, every whip in my crib get the two-hundred Plus. Except my yellow short bus. That's my Rolls Royce truck. Yeah, I be going nuts. I be going dumb, dumber. Thumbing through them numbers. Run up. What? Run up if you wanna. Yeah, chopstick on me I eat you like a Tuna. And these young with me. They'll eat you like piranha. I wonder why these be hating. Yeah, Lord knows I really got bullshit like the Navy. Yeah, big loud foreign Rolls waking up my Neighbors. Uh, they like, "Where you going, Glock?" I'm going to get some paper. Yeah, one to the two to the three to The four. Big Glock is all about his mother Dough. Ready to make an entrance where my bank At, bruh. Because you know I'm 'bout to turn This Yeah, one to the two to the three to The four. One to the two to the three To the four. Yeah, one to the two to The three to the four. Big Glock is all about his mother Dough. Glizock.