This is a song about "Shit dough"

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

We were losing our hope cause we were never oozing with dough

I'm missing out, on making some of that dough.

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

Word, absence will make the heart grow

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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