[Part I: Dough]
[Intro]
Yeah, Alchemist (Brr)
Lord, smokin' this motherfuckin' gas, nigga (Smokin')
On a PJ, nigga, dump the ashes in the crudité, fuck nigga, hahaha
Look, uh
[Verse]
Bust down on my bitch, I blew forty on it (I blew a lil' bag)
I'm the don, copped the Dawn, threw Forgi' on it (Cap)
Shot's with me and he got two forties on him (That's my brother)
Shootin' like it's the game winner, Robert Horry on 'em, uh
Dolo everywhere, wearin' every necklace (Uh-huh)
Draco on the seat, bitch, I'm well protected (I got it)
They wonder where I'm gettin' money, I ain't sell a record (I ain't sell nothin')
I tell 'em I was simply playin' chess instead of checkers (I'm hustlin', nigga), uh
Blue hundreds in a brown paper bag (Cap)
Ridin' through the city in my new paper tag (Vroom)
I'll take a half and make it take a bath (Uh-huh)
I made a bag, threw baguettes on my wrist, look like the bracelet glass (Talk to 'em)
Half a brick on the table, I know it ain't gon' last
So much fishscale, the shit lookin' like a plate of bass (Hahahaha)
I told the bro, "Wear your gloves and cover your face with mask" ("For what?")
"Not for COVID-19, shit, you got H to bag" (Ha)
Them niggas hate, but it don't make us mad (Not at all)
I'm sittin' courtside watchin' the Lakers play the Mavs (Bron, what up?)
I ain't doin' no verses, homie, we can't collab (Uh-uh)
Every pole got a beam, we playin' laser tag, real shit (Brr)
Foreign assets and I ain't even in my bag yet (Cap)
Look, we been gettin' money before the rap checks (Been gettin' money, nigga)
Hit the Backwood twice, this a gas check
Never needed nothin' from a bitch but her address (Ha)
Yes, 'cause she wanna fuck a rich nigga (Yeah, hahahaha, yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck a rich nigga
That's my bitch now, nigga (Yeah)
[Intro]
Yeah, Alchemist (Brr)
Lord, smokin' this motherfuckin' gas, nigga (Smokin')
On a PJ, nigga, dump the ashes in the crudité, fuck nigga, hahaha
Look, uh
[Verse]
Bust down on my bitch, I blew forty on it (I blew a lil' bag)
I'm the don, copped the Dawn, threw Forgi' on it (Cap)
Shot's with me and he got two forties on him (That's my brother)
Shootin' like it's the game winner, Robert Horry on 'em, uh
Dolo everywhere, wearin' every necklace (Uh-huh)
Draco on the seat, bitch, I'm well protected (I got it)
They wonder where I'm gettin' money, I ain't sell a record (I ain't sell nothin')
I tell 'em I was simply playin' chess instead of checkers (I'm hustlin', nigga), uh
Blue hundreds in a brown paper bag (Cap)
Ridin' through the city in my new paper tag (Vroom)
I'll take a half and make it take a bath (Uh-huh)
I made a bag, threw baguettes on my wrist, look like the bracelet glass (Talk to 'em)
Half a brick on the table, I know it ain't gon' last
So much fishscale, the shit lookin' like a plate of bass (Hahahaha)
I told the bro, "Wear your gloves and cover your face with mask" ("For what?")
"Not for COVID-19, shit, you got H to bag" (Ha)
Them niggas hate, but it don't make us mad (Not at all)
I'm sittin' courtside watchin' the Lakers play the Mavs (Bron, what up?)
I ain't doin' no verses, homie, we can't collab (Uh-uh)
Every pole got a beam, we playin' laser tag, real shit (Brr)
Foreign assets and I ain't even in my bag yet (Cap)
Look, we been gettin' money before the rap checks (Been gettin' money, nigga)
Hit the Backwood twice, this a gas check
Never needed nothin' from a bitch but her address (Ha)
Yes, 'cause she wanna fuck a rich nigga (Yeah, hahahaha, yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck a rich nigga
That's my bitch now, nigga (Yeah)
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