This is a song about "Shit dough"

Where god at? i need to call him

Like the dough ain't risin

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

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

I'll teach you how to take it slow

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

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

Ironically it subs like a hero

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show