This is a song about "Rolling in the dough"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Gin makes me sin

Like the dough ain't risin

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

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

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Amma be rolling off the hinges

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

And use it to roll, till the dough is thin

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town