[Hook: Chris Ray]
I get's my dough my dough I get my money money
I get's my, I said I get's my dough my dough I get's my money money I get's my
I said I get's my dough (I stack it up)
My dough (I stack it up) I get my money money (I stack it up)
I get my, I said I get's my dough (I stack it up)
My dough (I stack it up) I get my money money (I stack it up)
I said I get to my money
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Outside the club looking way too clean
Fifty on my wrist, two hundred on my feet
Liquid assets fashion got me feeling myself from the time
I wake up in the morning till the time I go to sleep
Fresh chinchilla with the installed heat
I'm already well done and you raw meat
Cause any minute I might get with it become a villain and start
Busting up in the courtroom like I'm Kwali
With a feeling for the beat in my two toned seats
Anybody want it they can come my way
He could be three-hundred and fifty pounds
From the ground up, a hound that's not even half my weight
Hopping out a new Lamborghini they wanna be me cause they all in bikinis
Sipping on apple martinis bumping the system provided by twisted insane
Hit em get em lit em up looking like a reappearing Houdini
They gone hate you for this one
I know I don't give a um
They gone have to face it I'm really amazing so
Keep on hating my blood is racing but my feet is numb
Tell me do you really wanna go one on one with the
One that's having the fun and making my money by the ton
Haven't you learned your lesson I'm guessing I'd be the best
And I'm testing my opponent strength 100 to the 1
Feeling like I'm bigger than godzilla on the rilla
From the shoes on my feet to the sheets on my pillow
And you got to admit I'm sicker than I'm salmonella
With the heat no goatee for gorilla
Move through the dark shining bright
Cause I'm unlike anybody that you could ever know
It don't take a genius for you to figure out
I'm letting everybody know, I get dough
I get's my dough my dough I get my money money
I get's my, I said I get's my dough my dough I get's my money money I get's my
I said I get's my dough (I stack it up)
My dough (I stack it up) I get my money money (I stack it up)
I get my, I said I get's my dough (I stack it up)
My dough (I stack it up) I get my money money (I stack it up)
I said I get to my money
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Outside the club looking way too clean
Fifty on my wrist, two hundred on my feet
Liquid assets fashion got me feeling myself from the time
I wake up in the morning till the time I go to sleep
Fresh chinchilla with the installed heat
I'm already well done and you raw meat
Cause any minute I might get with it become a villain and start
Busting up in the courtroom like I'm Kwali
With a feeling for the beat in my two toned seats
Anybody want it they can come my way
He could be three-hundred and fifty pounds
From the ground up, a hound that's not even half my weight
Hopping out a new Lamborghini they wanna be me cause they all in bikinis
Sipping on apple martinis bumping the system provided by twisted insane
Hit em get em lit em up looking like a reappearing Houdini
They gone hate you for this one
I know I don't give a um
They gone have to face it I'm really amazing so
Keep on hating my blood is racing but my feet is numb
Tell me do you really wanna go one on one with the
One that's having the fun and making my money by the ton
Haven't you learned your lesson I'm guessing I'd be the best
And I'm testing my opponent strength 100 to the 1
Feeling like I'm bigger than godzilla on the rilla
From the shoes on my feet to the sheets on my pillow
And you got to admit I'm sicker than I'm salmonella
With the heat no goatee for gorilla
Move through the dark shining bright
Cause I'm unlike anybody that you could ever know
It don't take a genius for you to figure out
I'm letting everybody know, I get dough
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