This is a song about "Riches and dough"

They want power and riches over your head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

And use it to roll, till the dough is thin

And i like my girls with ambition

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

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