Ya Boy

Ya Boy - Make My Money Double lyrics

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The ladies love the way I touch dough, so

I'm on the block trying bump more

I can't help the way I stunt though

I'm trying to make my money double

I'm in the street with the white

I got the work and the price

State to state, taking flights

All day and all night

Yo, bricks of the white

Pounds of the purp

And for the right price, come around to the turf

We don't keep tucked outside with the work

I strap it on a bitch make her fly with the work

Ya boy want 17-5 for the work

23 in the south take a ride with the work

Fuck what you heard, I'm a grind till it hurt

Knock on wood, I get caught won't say a word

We call it a brick, they call it a bird

We call it a corner, they call it a curb

I got a hotline, you can call for the herb

Mathematics with a addicts, you can call me a nerd

I don't get money nigga, that is absurd

I passed it like magic, then ball like Byrd

You can find me in the hood from the first to the third

Goin hard for them clear diamond stones and infirms

You know

The ladies love the way I touch dough, so

I'm on the block trying bump more

I can't help the way I stunt though

I'm trying to make my money double

I'm in the street with the white

I got the work and the price

State to state, taking flights

All day and all night

That's only 10 bricks

Coulda swore I saw more

I chop em all up, you can call soft ***

I got white galore

So, my money comin more

Bank America know, my accounts are offshore

Why have a girlfriend when I can have yours

The boy so fly, got butterfly doors

Lord knows the hores love Bentley exhaust

So I got mine, all black, fresh from the store

Fresh out the door, pimping like Fylmore

Slim tell her sprint till her feet get sore

And if it's raining bitch you walk between the rain drops

Then get a nigga dough till you see the rain stop

Keep quiet nigga, you ain't gotta name drop

The tech, different snitches, they all the same cops

We call a half, different mother, same pops

Different cover but it still the same cars

You know

The ladies love the way I touch dough, so

I'm on the block trying bump more

I can't help the way I stunt though

I'm trying to make my money double

I'm in the street with the white

I got the work and the price

State to state, taking flights

All day and all night

And cracks in the walls got packs in the drawers

My bitch enter the door, the gat and the bra

Half these niggas that got a gat in their drawers

Behind closed doors with the captain and sarge

I'm might be on the block with the sack in my balls

UPS if the package is large

Send it to Mississippi, surpassing the law

Then the money appears the next day like voila

I'm tryin to double up

Nigga I tell you what

My creme makes the fiends jump like double dutch

The black lambo float like a rubber duck

Precise game, every bitch want some of us

But I'm all about the cash, all about the paper

The money see me now so the hoes see me later

If flippin's a crime, I down for the caper

That's why I got the ride's inside alligator

You know

The ladies love the way I touch dough, so

I'm on the block trying bump more

I can't help the way I stunt though

I'm trying to make my money double

I'm in the street with the white

I got the work and the price

State to state, taking flights

All day and all night

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