King Tev - H.T.M.B.

Look Look
All about the dough all I know is get it
All I want is pros I ain't with the splittin
Chasin after dollars, Talkin comma comma comma
Turn a hundred to a thousand
Turn a thousand to a milly
Turning millions into billions
Tryna stack it through the ceiling
Look look look
All about the dough all I know is get it
All I want is pros I ain't with the splittin
Chasin after dollars, Talkin comma comma comma
Turn a hundred to a thousand
Turn a thousand to a milly
Turning millions into billions
H.T.M.B. this how I'm feeling
Look, Look

Young nigga run up a check, go ahead and fuck it up fuck it up
I know they gone hate when I flex and they see that shit on my neck
I came in the game with finesse
I don't give a fuck who got next
That GG relieving my stress I roll up and count up a check
All about the dough all I know is get it
All I want is pros I ain't with the splittin
Case you didn't get it please let me explain
I got it on my own I ain't need a thang
I was losing sleep had me up for days
Nights I couldn't eat I had to make a way
All this shit on me I earned
Shit niggas talkin not of my concern
Don't need a response something I had learn
Once I was broke now got money to burn
I waited patiently now it's my turn
I know the money gone come with the fame
I make em say King when they mention my name
HTMB stack it up out the way
Lil bro said we need take a trip outta state
Swipe or no swipe boy we still got the cake look

Look Look
All about the dough all I know is get it
All I want is pros I ain't with the splittin
Chasin after dollars, Talkin comma comma comma
Turn a hundred to a thousand
Turn a thousand to a milly
Turning millions into billions
Tryna stack it through the ceiling
Look look look
All about the dough all I know is get it
All I want is pros I ain't with the splittin
Chasin after dollars, Talkin comma comma comma
Turn a hundred to a thousand
Turn a thousand to a milly
Turning millions into billions
H.T.M.B. this how I'm feeling
Look, Look

Talkin commas commas commas
Hundred to a thousand I get that money and flip it
Jus keep it between us you happen to see it
You already know young dawg gotta get it
You niggas is trippin on social media workin to get some followers
Naw fuck that stack that cheese get yo dollars up
I need that green give a fuck bouta like
We already know they jus fuck with the hype
But I'm takin my time (Gimme That)
Run to the money not wasting no time
Not with that waiting in line (Nope)
Go straight thru the back like a fuckin k-9
Look the shit I done seen I deserve to win
The shit I done did I repent for my sins
Even though I know Ima jus do it again
See me ball you will not see me losing again
When it come to the cash I got one thing in mind
Take care of the fam if they good then I'm fine
H.T.M.B. that's the code for I'm stacking
I can not stop til my mama relaxin
I live jus to count Benjis grants and Jacksons
I made this song jus to talk bout the dough
Gotta make it I can't jus talk bout it tho
I'm flexin so they know I'm all bout the dough

All about the dough all I know is get it
All I want is pros I ain't with the splittin
Chasin after dollars, Talkin comma comma comma
Turn a hundred to a thousand
Turn a thousand to a milly
Turning millions into billions
Tryna stack it through the ceiling
Look look look
All about the dough all I know is get it
All I want is pros I ain't with the splittin
Chasin after dollars, Talkin comma comma comma
Turn a hundred to a thousand
Turn a thousand to a milly
Turning millions into billions
H.T.M.B. this how I'm feeling
Look, Look

Written by:
Tevin Hill

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