Brooklyn Dodgaz - Show Me the Dough, Pt. 3

(Dough)
(Show me the dough)
Yo Angel make my shit sound right bro
Brooklyn Dodgaz (Show me the dough)
It's 1955 (Show me the dough)
(Laugh)
Yeah (Yeah)

I always feels like it's too much money but never enough time (Aha)
It's 90 seconds to get in and out, we'll be just fine
Yo Fresh, tell that bitch shut up with all that cryin
Cuz they gon hire someone else, so this ain't worth dying
Come on blacked whip parked out front, ready to skurt (Errr)
I Split it up, took mines, I flip some on work
I hit the house and threw the rest on mami then watch her roll around
And make her scream out Papi because I hold it down (Ha ha ha)
All about the Benjamins true, that be the motto
And a Molotov the only reason I'm throwing the bottle (Through the window nigga)
And this a visual that I see clear thru my goggles
Dame hunnits fitties, ass and titties pinche vato (Killer)
Playin the lotto, praying to win
Let's get rich mafuka, ain't no playing pretend (Uh ah)
I level up and start to smell the stench of hate in the wind
Cuz being broke in my religion is creatin a sin
Nigga show me the dough

One for the money, two for the hoes
3 for the bimmer glock 40 in the doors
Gloves and mask on nobody gon know
When we come up in the spot everybody on the floor
One for the money, two for the hoes
3 for the bimmer glock 40 in the doors
Gloves and mask on nobody gon know
When we run up in ya spot nigga show me the dough

Show me the money (Where it at)
Fear lasts longer than love, word to Sonny (uh huh)
Cuz first that's your mans, then you funny (funny how)
Love is blind but the vision is 2020
They love you when they hungry and they hate you when they stomach full (word)
Take kind for weak, think you a fuckin fool (think I'm stupid)
When you comfortable the snakes gon bite it's what they do it's nuttin new
I see the stares when I'm pulling up in suttin new (I see you)
They say it's lonely at the top but I love the view (I love it)
And real recognize real who the fuck are you
A nobody, wit no bodies, a homebody
Scared to leave the house uncomfortable in your own body
Yeah
The block is my alma mater I graduated with honors
Boy I put that on mama (That's on mami)
So you could miss me with the drama
If it ain't about the commas I don't wanna hear it
Show me the dough

One for the money, two for the hoes
3 for the bimmer glock 40 in the doors
Gloves and mask on nobody gon know
When we come up in the spot everybody on the floor
One for the money, two for the hoes
3 for the bimmer glock 40 in the doors
Gloves and mask on nobody gon know
When we run up in ya spot nigga show me the dough

A nobody, wit no bodies, a homebody
Scared to leave the house uncomfortable in your own body

Dough
Show me the dough
Show me the dough
Show me the dough
Show me the

Written by:
Carlos Jesse, Ramon Rodriguez

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