Just to Make Dough ItsTheReal (Ft. Lil Jon)

[Intro: Lil Jon]
Yeah, motherfuckers! (Yeah!)
ItsTheReal, bitch! (Bitch!)
Lil Jon, bitch!

[Hook: ItsTheReal]
I make raps
Just to make dough
Just to make liquor
Just to make clothes
Just to make movies
Which pays more dough
And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk
And I forgot how to rap

[Verse 1: Eric Rosenthal]
I'm retiring before my first release date
Rap was a building block, but now I fuck with real estate
Working construction, yeah, that's how I raise the roof
I'm out there selling alcohol, it's called Recession Proof
I'm not a rapper, go ahead and check my taxes
I got a masters in cutting, I'm teaching classes
I do this for my mother's hair, now it relaxes
Building closets, they got racks and racks and rackses
Clothing line crazy: Ron Artest fleece
Match my purple and gold Metta Jesus piece
I'm the Grand Cherokee, designing custom Jeeps
Drove my talents all the way down to South Beach
Turned nothing into stunting; ego self made
Steady drinking on that ItsTheReal Kool-Aid
Oh yeah, I'm a man of many hats
I'm into selling out, not into selling raps