This is a song about "Want dough"

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

My house was commandeered, i'm all out of dough

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

'cuz we ain't never had shit, never had riches and dough,

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

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

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though