Get That Dough Papoose (Ft. Keith Sweat)

[Hook: Keith Sweat]
I gotta get that dough
I gotta stack up on my chips
Put a shine up on my wrist
I'm a hustler babe
I gotta get that dough
You be calling me, calling me
I gotta get that dough
I gotta brush up on my pimp game
Stay up on my feet man
I gotta get that dough
You be calling me, calling me

[Verse 1: Papoose]
My house lavish luxurious outlandish
Enough crack to make the east coast 'bout vanish
Enough chronic to keep the west coast counting cabbage
Enough bread to make the whole dirty south a sandwich
Claiming you got money what's you account balance?
Industry nigga, I get fly without a style
My doormat reads welcome to Papoose palace
Your text bracket is mad kelvish
You got a nice crib, but I laugh when I pass you
Cribs is for babies man, I live in a castle
A kingdom stand on my throne in a threesome
Me, myself and I enjoying my freedom
On fire from Head of New England
So when you pass me, you pass a fire like babies when they teeth in
The mafia kids, we push you off with the forearms
The only thing you can kiss is the ground that I root on