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Get That Dough Lyrics

from 500 Degreez

"Get That Dough" is track #12 on the album 500 Degreez. It was written by B. Williams, D.p. Carter, P. Alexander.
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Biotch, biotch
Get that dough
Look, wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, c'mon
Get that dough
Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro
Get that dough
Look, wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, woo
Get that dough
Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro

I pull up slow, chrome flashin' lil' daddy in a long Cabbi
Big hat pimp strong daddy, got my hoes on my arm daddy
Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin' that dro
Earthly green, purple weed, purple V,
With purple seats, murck the streets
And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet
But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe

I know ya will, get ya ass over here and take off my polar bear
I'm the coldest player of most my age
Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old
And shorty got crazy paper
Cash Money's my army, my navy paper
Understand, Weezy is made of paper
I got "Baby" paper man

I get that dough
Look, wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, c'mon
Get that dough
Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro
Get that dough
Look, wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, woo
Get that dough
Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro

Floss our bitch, or get tossed out
Stunna time criss-crossed out
Birdman the bad bitches bossed out
So fly nigga we don't walk out time to get Nina Rossed out

I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out
What's the muthafuckin' talk bout
Get you niggaz chalked out
Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin' hawk 'bout

You can shine like stunna
Papi it's all gravy
I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies
See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up
And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up

It's the mutherfuckin' man, that I hustle for grams
Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand
See I come through shinin', known big tymin'
Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grindin'

Get that dough
Look, wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, c'mon
Get that dough
Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro
Get that dough
Look, wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, woo
Get that dough
Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro

I come Harley D, black bike all chrome
Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from
See I'ma slide on through, then I stash the loot
Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do

Got the suit you to wear some pumps on
Matchin' the car, matchin' my bra, shit nigga pimpin' is hard
I jock that, so wipe a nigga down
Let's dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go

The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot
The groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks
Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these
You got me, can I get the car keys

See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a hoe
And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes
Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor
Rocked out Nexus 2K bird hoe, woo

Get that dough
Look, wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, c'mon
Get that dough
Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro
Get that dough
Look, wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, woo
Get that dough
Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro

Songwriters
B. Williams, D.P. Carter, P. Alexander

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group