dough & damani
Singer:conway the machine
smokin' this motherfuckin' gas
dumpin' ashes in the coupe
shots with me and he got two forties on him
shootin' like it's the game winner
you wonder where i'm gettin' money
i tell 'em i was simply playin' chess instead of checkers
blue hundreds in a brown paper bag
ridin' through the city in my new paper tag
i take the half and make you take the bag
threw baguettes on my wrist
look like the bracelet glass
half a brick on the table
i know it ain't gon' last
this shit lookin' like a plate of bass
i told the bros to wear your gloves and cover your face with masks
i'm sittin' courtside watchin' the lakers play the mavs
foreign assets and i ain't even in my bag yet
we been gettin' money before the rap checks
never needed nothin' from a bitch but her address
'cause she wanna fuck a rich nigga
your bitch wanna fuck a rich nigga
why should he hold onto the gun?
doat street and may block
that's where you niggas know me from
don't wanna sell my man mama no work
might as well get it from me
she just gon' go spend her dough with someone
why this nigga gotta hold a gun?
now he lurkin' for a new hobby