Credits
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Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope
Songwriter:in
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Bobby Grand
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Lyrics
Check this shit, I gotta get that dough
Won't catch me goin' out sad, fumblin' bags
Gotta get that dough
Jumpin' over hurdles and ruts to get the bucks
Gotta get that dough
All about that cheddar, that green, by any means
Gotta get that dough
Steppin' on toes and necks to get my check, gotta
Step up in this shit like
Bitch, I'm the man though, and I'm tryna get right
And I'm with the gang, ho, get yo ass beat tonight
Shooters outside though, nah, they ain't tryna fight
All that ass up in them jeans, like, what's up
Never been the bashful type, I'm tryna fuck
Smart ****, so I like intelligent sluts
Give me good brain, that edit, I'm tryna cut
Gotta, aye, all about my chips though
Doritoes or Lays, bitch, I'm poppin' like Crisco
Really just a bae ****, native out of Frisco
Mackin' ass, Bili, I mighta hit ya bitch
Gotta get that, hand me my cheese
Dick as big as my ego, she can't handle the D
Said she wanna drive the boat, I hand her the keys
Give a fuck if she crash, I can handle the fees
Cause I get that dough
Won't catch me goin' out sad, fumblin' bags
Gotta get that dough
Jumpin' over hurdles and ruts to get the bucks
Gotta get that dough
All about that cheddar, that green, by any means
Gotta get that dough
Steppin' on toes and necks to get my check, gotta
Dancing in this bitch like
Feelin' like Chris Brown, moonwalkin' like Mike
Slide up to your chick though, I'm tryna get sucked
Fresh outta quarantine, let a real **** fuck
All that ass up in them jeans, she pullin up
It's spillin' out, call me Luther, never too much
Short-tempered ****, they with me, you should hush
They do the dirty work, I ain't gotta play tough, gotta, aye
Salute to the DJ, playin' slaps back-to-back, feelin' like my B-day
Flirtin' with the bartender, now she make my drinks right
Only took a wink, now she wanna link like, aye
Hand me my keys, dick her down so good, she wanna hand me the deeds
I just stick to the money, like honey to bees
I celebrate paydays by clappin' up cheeks
Check this shit, I gotta get that dough
Won't catch me goin' out sad, fumblin' bags
Gotta get that dough
Jumpin' over hurdles and ruts to get the bucks
Gotta get that dough
All about that cheddar, that green, by any means
Gotta get that dough
Steppin' on toes and necks to get my check, gotta
Get that dough
Won't catch me goin' out sad, fumblin' bags
Gotta get that dough
Jumpin' over hurdles and ruts to get the bucks
Gotta get that dough
All about that cheddar, that green, by any means
Gotta get that dough
Steppin' on toes and necks to get my check, gotta
Written by: Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope