This is a song about "Play dough"

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

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

But seemingly believe it though

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

She looks at my dough, drooling all over

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Ironically it subs like a hero

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I know sounds like the usual shit, the riches and dough,