9th Wonder & Buckshot

9th Wonder & Buckshot - Shorty Left

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[Intro: Buckshot]

I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said

I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said

Spread rumors like butter on the bread

I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said

[Verse 1: Buckshot]

This is my life; my L-I-F-E

I ain’t leave my wife, my wife left me

I was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D

She said she heard of labels but mines was indie

What that mean? That mean everything all mine

And the check’s all good, but it’s not all the time

I’m under the impression that you get it

But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine

I’mma do mine, I mean do me

If you need a checkup you should find an MD

Until then, my prescription is how to act right

Hold me down and not back, right

See, I was thinking about you last night

Hoping that you would see the real, no flashlight

Let me ask you like, a few questions

The first one is, ‘Why the hell do you stress?’ and the second where the checks went

This is me and you, on the grind too

You should have my son. Why? So he could shine too

[Hook: Buckshot]

Why you never satisfied? But you advertise

Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies

Spread rumors like butter on the bread

I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said

I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said

I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said

Spread rumors like butter on the bread

I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said

[Verse 2: Rapsody]

I supported dreams and everything that you wanted

But what about my own? Ain’t got the family I wanted

I know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us

Refrigerator’s full but I wanna drive a new Rover

And how we gon’ have a son and you ain’t never home for me?

Maybe you should think of going major cause these indie G’s

Don’t keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi

I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy’s

You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that

And we living comfortable but I want you to be famous

Me and that money take family trips to the Caymans

Okay man, I get it though, you ain’t really so with that

So I ain’t with you no more, make a choice or I’m leaving

It’s me or the music, go major, extend your Visas

I know you’re happy, but for real, I think you’d better please us

If I ain’t happy then you won't never be happy neither

[Hook]

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