This is a song about "That dough"

It gets bigger though. they only bout the dough.

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

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

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

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

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

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids