This is a song about "Making dough"

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

U stole my money bread and dough

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

No. wheat. bread. please give me that white dough

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her