Frailboys - Dough

(Ou, ou, ou)
Like bitch I got the dough like how the fuck yeen know
Might as well keep em close, cause I just want the throat (Yuh)
They just want my sauce, plankton want my source
These niggas they fu, no I can’t endorse
Bitch I rock KC, this ain’t Helmut Lang
J-R-O-T-C, you don’t tote them thangs
I cannot be contained bouta blow like a hand grenade
When you been living like me, you grow to love the hate
These niggas they snakes, they pythons
Light years ahead, I'm ions
Watch how I flex like nylon
Stiff arm while I cross the pylon
Won’t let bygones be bygones
Got swatted you thought you fly, huh
Then you hop on the ride on
Hopped in the game like try-on
Yo bitch, hop in my lap
I gave her something to ride on
Pop it, like it’s a tag
Hop out, hop in my bag
Woke up, thinking about cash
So I, just spent a rack
Make it, back when I nap
Wake up, do it all again
Like ouuuu
How we gon' go get this money, How we gon' go get this money
How we gon' go get this money, How we gon' go get this money
How we gon' go get this money, How we gon' go get this money
How we gon' go get this money, How we gon' go get this money
(Wake up like)
Like bitch I got the dough like how the fuck yeen know
Might as well keep em close, cause I just want the throat (Yuh)
They just want my sauce, plankton want my source
These niggas they fu, no I can’t endorse
Bitch I rock KC, this ain’t Helmut Lang
J-R-O-T-C, you don’t tote them thangs
I cannot be contained bouta blow like a hand grenade
When you been living like me, you grow to love the hate
Got a lot of bread, these birds be flocking
I just let my money do the talking
You count followers, I count the money made
Your girl on me, got you making a funny face
I will not trip about no bitch, I hop on a plane take a trip
Switch up my hoes like my clothes, new shawdy for every outfit
I just might call that bitch Melo, she can’t get no ring
Call my shooter Donatello, cause he keep a stick
Uh Wait, I need me a drink
I'm spending your rent on champagne
Getting this money ain’t easy
But fuck it, I cannot complain
Fuck all that live and maintain
I get the bag and go crazy
My life a motion picture, Martin Scorsese
Like bitch I got the dough like how the fuck yeen know
Might as well keep em close, cause I just want the throat (Yuh)
They just want my sauce, plankton want my source
These niggas they fu, no I can’t endorse
Bitch I rock KC, this ain’t Helmut Lang
J-R-O-T-C, you don’t tote them thangs
I cannot be contained bouta blow like a hand grenade
When you been living like me, you grow to love the hate

Written by:
Frail Casper, Frail Damian

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