Papoose - Get That Dough feat. Keith Sweat lyrics
rate me[Hook]
I gotta get that dough
I gotta step upon my chips
Pick the shine upon my wrist
I’m a hustler
I gotta get that dough
Think he calling me, calling me
I gotta get that dough
I gotta brush upon my pimp game
Stay up on my feet main
I gotta get that dough
I hear it calling me, calling me
My house lavish, luxurious, outlandish
Enough crack to make the east coast drought vanish
Enough chronic to keep the west coast countin cabbage
Enough bread to make the whole dirty south a sandwich
Claiming you got money, what’s your account balance
Industry nigga, I get fly without a stylist
My door mat reads welcome to papoose palace
Your text bracket is mad chelvish
Yeah you got a nice crib, but I laugh when I pass you
Cribs is for babies, man I live in a castle
A kingdom, stay on my throne in the threesome
Me, myself and I enjoying my freedom
On fire from here to new England
So when you pass me, you pacifier,
Like babies when they teething
The mafia kiss, we push you off with the 4 arms
The only thing you could kiss is the ground that I walk on
[Hook]
I gotta get that dough
I gotta step upon my chips
Pick the shine upon my wrist
I’m a hustler
I gotta get that dough
Think he calling me, calling me
I gotta get that dough
I gotta brush upon my pimp game
Stay up on my feet main
I gotta get that dough
I hear it calling me, calling me
They mad at my money cause I don’t wanna chicken
They said we gonn fix you, be more specific
Why you gonn fix me, life’s short, live it
You know they say, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it
I’m so ahead of my time, I eat lunch for breakfast
Put on my medallion before I put on my necklace
The game came, I gained green like infections
I could teach you the game boy just like tetris
I let your girl drive my car, shawty bug
She was dwil, driving while in love
She said she wanted to go clubbing, roll a bud
Jacuzzi up in the tellie, we could rub a dub
She in love with my buzz, I told her the hotel was like an ace of spade
It’s better than the club
What you mean you made me, I helped you put weight on
The only thing you could make is the bed I lay on
[Hook]
I gotta get that dough
I gotta step upon my chips
Pick the shine upon my wrist
I’m a hustler
I gotta get that dough
Think he calling me, calling me
I gotta get that dough
I gotta brush upon my pimp game
Stay up on my feet main
I gotta get that dough
I hear it calling me, calling me
Money be calling me, hello, can I speak with pap
I’m on the other line with money, I call you back
Dollar bills be saying yo pap get your chips up
Ball me up in the knot, and spend me in the strip club
5 dollar bills be saying, spend me at the toll
Let em keep the change, them punk cops broke
10 dollar bills be saying, stay on your grind
To get your hands on me you have to move dimes
20 dollar bills be saying, get gully
Dress that ugly, ...
50 dollar bills be saying, just blaze, so we could smoke for days
50 sacks of haze
100 dollar bills is ignorant, cause they was spillin theyself
Speak me, all about the benjamins
Plastic talk too, pap watch out
Keep a safe, uncle sam might freeze your account.
[Hook]
I gotta get that dough
I gotta step upon my chips
Pick the shine upon my wrist
I’m a hustler
I gotta get that dough
Think he calling me, calling me
I gotta get that dough
I gotta brush upon my pimp game
Stay up on my feet main
I gotta get that dough
I hear it calling me, calling me.
