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,
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