Dough

Band
 Yuh
 Yuh
 Yuh-yuh, yuh, yuh (let the band play)
 Ayy, I'm runnin' to the money, you know how I'm comin'
 Monday 'til Sunday night, be thumbin', thumbin', thumbin'
 Got this bad bitch with a onion, and she got her own money
 She say money keep her comin', but I keep them commas comin'
 Yeah, yuh, another check again
 I be killin' shit, lord forgive me for my sins
 Yeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and my earrings cost a Benz
 And my bitch is a Barbie, my name Key and not Ken
 When I fired up my blunt, they like "Who fuck broke the wind?"
 Double up my cup, I sip lean, not gin
 I be high as fuck, it feel like my head spinnin'
 But no, I ain't spendin' no time with these bitches
 Hell nah, give me head, keep your draws, yeah-yeah
 Big dawg, I don't know 'bout y'all, yeah-yeah
 Bling-blaow, jewelry game Niagara Falls, yeah-yeah
 Stack it tall, money in the floor and wall, uh, uh, yuh
 One to the two to the three and to the four
 Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough
 Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?
 Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
 I told her throw that ass back so I can bust it like a bubble
 South Memphis nigga in this bitch, yeah, you know you in trouble
 Ain't nothin' but a P thang, baby
 Young iced-out nigga going crazy
 Paper Route is the label that pays me
 Unplayable so please don't try to play me
 Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the man
 Before you talk raise up your hand, yuh
 I been runnin' it up, you niggas just been runnin' errands, uh
 How you screamin' Crip and Blood and ain't been to the land? What?
 Hold up, dog pound, you's a mutt, you need to scram, yeah
 You know how I get down, money talks, you hear me loud
 Yeah, I know you hear me loud, I be countin' like
 One to the two to the three and to the four
 Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough
 Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?
 Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
 Yeah, turn it up, uh, bitch, I'm the shit, givin' niggas bubble guts
 Yeah, every whip in my crib, it go 200 plus
 Except my yellow short bus, that's my Rolls-Royce truck
 Yeah, I be going nuts, nigga, I be going dumb (dummy)
 Dumber, thumbin' through the numbers
 Run up (run it up, run it up), run up if you wanna
 Chopstick on me, bitch, I eat you like a tuna
 Young niggas with me, they'll eat you like piranha
 I wonder why these niggas be hatin', yuh
 Lord knows I really got balls, shootin' like the navy, yuh
 Big loud foreign toy wakin' up my neighbors, uh
 They like "Where you going Glock?"
 I'm going to get some paper, yeah
 One to the two to the three and to the four
 Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough
 Ready to make a entrance where my backend, bruh?
 Because you know I'm 'bout to turn shit up
 One to the two to the three and to the four
 One to the two to the three and to the four
 One to the two to the three and to the four
 Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough
 Yeah, yeah, yeah ('bout that motherfuckin' dough)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah ('bout that motherfuckin' dough)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Glizzok