get that dough

get

that

dough

still huggin the strip

get

that

dough

get the dough nigga

uhh uhh

sig' get

that

dough

uhh. yo

uhh. yo

i'm sick of niggaz talkin bout they whips - when they bustin 'em out

summertime come around

don't nuttin come out

snappin on they bitch

cussin her out

mad cause they crack

ain't no crack

they sufferin a drought

man you know how mac play when i sling my butter

take my show state to state like the ringling brothers

keep clowns high-wired off the shit i juggle

f.b.i. eyes spyin from the shit i smuggle

keep the trunk of the car lined with coffee grounds

the cops pull us over it throw off the hounds

got a bitch that let me stash shit in the crib

break her off

every week

to fix up her wig

man i stay on a mission with whores

cause i get down

and get around