This is a song about "Want dough"

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough

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

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

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

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

Word, absence will make the heart grow

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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