B-REAL - Get That Dough lyrics

rate me

I never let 'em see me sweatin, only money I'm gettin

I bet you're bettin I'm losin I'm refusin to give in

I don't follow nobody, I'm a leader so watch me

I think you're thinkin solutions but it's useless to stop me

Any hate that you send me, you won't break me or bend me

I'm out to get it I'll set it off on any who envy

Should you try to come at me, you ain't takin a penny

We hustlers hustle for dollars and we ballers got plenty

I see plotters and schemers, the suckers and dreamers

We heat the heaters you bleedin if we leavin the Beemers

We tryin to feed our family, tryin to hustle like Camby

Connections connect and we postin a poster with Brandy

You see poppers I'm poppin, but you don't see the coffin

I see you starin apparent that you're optin for options

I feel tragedy comin, humanity's buggin

You need to get it together if you plan to be somethin

I'm on the grind baby, I've got to go

I'm 'bout my hustle homey, I've got to show

I'm on a mission baby get that dough

And once I get it gotta get some mo'

You take the game and it's repercussions, all the money I'm touchin

Jackers jackin believe me if they see me they're rushin

So I gotta be fitted, yeah my heaters are hidden

Money's money it ain't funny you dummies won't get it

I dare you kids to follow, just know the tips are hollow

Protect your neck in a second you checkin out tomorrow

We on the corner grindin, turnin from coal to diamonds

Nothin from nothin we grindin design a place to shine and

It's a dream we livin, don't be hatin I'm driven

See what I see and you're learnin the reason why I'm winnin

You niggaz cockroaches, you so braggadocious

You talkin rugged but you crumble when trouble approaches

Don't give the game to many, not meant for everybody

Dollar for dollar be humble and stumble out the party

Where the wolves are hungry, and they hungry for money

See what I'm sayin they ain't playin their mouths are bloody

It's all about survival of the fittest, you can never be skittish

You hit, quit it, you leave it, in every crime committed

There's no room to be sloppy, ain't no need to be cocky

Get what you gettin the lesson is you need to get off me

Can you handle your own? Can you make your way home?

Metal for metal I'm pullin and refusin to settle

Some are payin the piper, I'm ignitin the fire

Higher and higher I'm movin and you're losin desire

All you got is your hustle, ain't no time for no hassle

Muscle for muscle they blast you and smash you laughin at you

On the move for your riches, where you burnin your bridges

Cheddar for cheddar but really can you handle the business?

On the streets you're a legend, all the money you're spendin

Bottle for bottle pretendin your reign is never-endin

Never wanted the glory, so for nothin I'm sorry

Body for body I'll smoke you just like a Rastafari