Add-2 - That Dough lyrics

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Add-2 - That Dough lyrics

[Verse 1: PHENOM] Surrounded by the drama Every day you hear the llama did the murder Ambulance on the block, see the dicks, see the cops And you even see the opps with the burner Now the corner hella hot and the cash flow stop Stick up kids about to hit a [?] Get the shoes, get the j**els, lunch money on the way to school Catch a fool slippin' at the strip mall Because it's hard to eat, it's hard to breathe, it's hard to leave, it's hard to see It's hard to move, it's hard to sleep daily Yea the baby need a pair of shoes and I got a stunna fools He be like “you pay me” He said he need a whip, he need a grip He need the brick, he need a chick He need it quick, he need to get himself into some [?] And maybe dip expensive trips, God'll make his pocket flip Full of chips, rollin' 6, show it's about that [Hook] Dough, do-ough, do-ough Embrace yourself, I'm with my Chi-Town flow Embrace yourself, I'm with my Chi-Town flow Dough, do-ough, do-ough Relax yourself and let the Chi-Town flow Embrace yourself, I'm with my Chi-Town flow [Verse 2: PHENOM] See when times is hard, at times it's hard to work for freedom Mighty Mos said my mighty gift, now make room for me And I need space like NASA, I'm bout to take the top over And burn this [?] boy, that's sweeter than some baklava Promoters be the worst, they be wantin' me to rock it And do the hokey-pokey turn to run and they ain't got it I be like boy stop it, you be hackin' and you floppin' You hit everybody up for 20 dollas [?] And y'all steady droppin', you said you wanted pop And you knew I was guaranteed to get it Orville Redenbacher And I can't pay no damn child support off tweetin' and some bloggin' Came back sh** with a tweet and target, what is goin' through your noggin? Do you know where I am from? I'm from the planet where they drop over the choppers And the AKs and we pray [?] With my Jamaicans ridin' in a toboggan If it's poppin', better know it's about that dough [Hook] [Verse 3: Add-2] I say when it comes to the paper, the people envy the green They call it the route of evil but know it don't grow on trees Let it “uhhh”, let it breathe, make you swallow a hollow tip Leave you gone in the wind when these bullets fly in the breeze Like man, Lord knows The paper make you a baker, the way you kneading the dough Like man, Lord knows My heartbeat be movin' faster whenever that money slow I come straight outta the ‘Go where money just come and go Where hoes is sellin' their bodies and n***as sellin' they dope Somebody give them some hope, reality give ‘em rope We hangin' out on the street, we do dirt like we need some soap My cousin can't get no job and he plottin' on robbin' somebody Leavin' somebody sleep to wake up in a new Bugatti Ain't eatin', all we want is that cheddar, bread and that lettuce Till our money up, n***as still down for whatever, for that [Hook]