Doughboyz Cashout - Karl Malone lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

Gimme your adress and I'll send 'em to ya home

Touchdown, back, make it nice home

Bust a bell down, grab a scale, get 'em done

I'm the middle man, but you can call me Karl Malone

Karl Malone

I'm the middle man, but you can call me Karl Malone

(Verse)

I got that mill on Fed-Ex,

Goalers learn to flex

Hugh was playn five, so I hit him with the tech

These discipols on my neck

Me and Keiffer the vet

Got a bitch on my dick

She say that pussy stay wet

I done fought up a check

Y'all tried to get it back

In the package can, bitch, how you knew that?

I be hustling like a motherfucker

Get that guy down!

Finish Corleone with this money on my mind

All my life was crime, pistol ball, tears and rubber

need no motherfucking thang, I can do this in the shower

Dayum, now they calling me the middle man

Big, getting bills through the Z

From the mailman

(Hook)

(Verse)

I'm doing my touchdown on this, aw, killer

I get 'em for a good number, I'm bout to kill 'em

Can you leave? No, lil' nigga, you may not

Cool? We ain't that cool, nigga, we're not

Getting cash, now I got the same treasure Dre got

My whole team eat, i can't eat if they not

We make so much money, send the cush from San Francisco

Those people call us presidential, the Baywatch

Shout out to UPS that got me all of my cues

I don't cite for nothing, I let them ride on my stuge

I ain't even got no licence

I ain't driving my cool

I got the work, motherfucker, I ain't coming to you

(Hook)