Papoose

Papoose - Get That Dough feat. Keith Sweat lyrics

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[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.

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