Dough - Key Glock

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Ayy I'm runnin' to the money you know

How I'm comin'

Monday 'til Sunday night be thumbin'

Thumbin' thumbin'

Got this bad ***** with a onion and

She got her own money

She say money keep her comin' but

I keep them commas comin'

Yeah yuh another check again

I be killin' **** Lord forgive me for my sins

Yeah my wrist cost a 'Rari and my

Earrings cost a Benz

And my ***** is a Barbie my name

Key and not Ken

When I fired up my blunt they like

Who **** broke the wind

Double up my cup I sip lean not gin

I be high as **** it feel like my head spinnin'

But no I ain't spendin' no time with these *******

Hell nah give me head keep your draws yeah-yeah

Big dawg I don't know 'bout y'all yeah-yeah

Bling-blaow jewelry game Niagara Falls yeah-yeah

Stack it tall money in the floor and wall uh uh yuh

One to the two to the three and to the four

Big Glock is all about his ************* dough

Ready to make a entrance where my backend bruh

Because you know I'm 'bout to turn **** up

I told her throw that a*s back so

I can bust it like a bubble

South Memphis nigga in this ***** yeah

You know you in trouble

Ain't nothin' but a P thang baby

Young iced-out nigga going crazy

Paper Route is the label that pays me

Unplayable so please don't try to play me

Know what I'm sayin'

Uh yeah ***** I'm the man

Before you talk raise up your hand yuh

I been runnin' it up you niggas

Just been runnin' errands uh

How you screamin' Crip and

Blood

And ain't been to the land

What

Hold up dog pound you's a mutt

You need to scram yeah

You know how I get down money talks

You hear me loud

Yeah I know you hear me loud I be countin' like

One to the two to the three and to the four

Big Glock is all about his ************* dough

Ready to make a entrance where my backend bruh

Because you know I'm 'bout to turn **** up

Yeah turn it up uh ***** I'm the ****

Givin' niggas bubble guts

Yeah every whip in my crib it go 200 plus

Except my yellow short bus

That's my Rolls-Royce truck

Yeah I be going nuts nigga

I be going dumb dummy

Dumber thumbin' through the numbers

Run up run it up run it up run up

If you wanna

Chopstick on me ***** I eat you like a tuna

Young niggas with me they'll eat you like piranha

I wonder why these niggas be hatin' yuh

Lord knows I really got balls shootin'

Like the navy yuh

Big loud foreign toy wakin' up my neighbors uh

They like

Where you going Glock

I'm going to get some paper yeah

One to the two to the three and to the four

Big Glock is all about his ************* dough

Ready to make a entrance where my backend bruh

Because you know I'm 'bout to turn **** up

One to the two to the three and to the four

One to the two to the three and to the four

One to the two to the three and to the four

Big Glock is all about his ************* dough

Yeah yeah yeah

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