Gettin' My Dough lyrics

Some Time's I Talk To The Lord Some Times I Talk To The Devil Some Times I Smoke That Purple And It Takes Me To Another Level Some Time's I Think About Pussy But Then I Forget About Pussy I Keep On Hustlin' Cause I Dont Wanna Be No Pussy So Then I Think About Ballin' Been A Boss Since Stright Shot Callin' I Was Tought By The Best Of The G's And They Said Dont Ask Thire Opponet I Think About My Baby Mama All The Fights And Excess Drama Imma Slap The Taste Out Her Face And Spit On Her Just Like A Lama I Think About Mac's And Glock's And All Them Trifllin' Things Why Cant I Think Like Malcome And Martin Luther King, I Think About Shiny Things Like Platnium Pinky Rings Livin' Like A Rock Star Sniffin' A-1 Yola Cream I Think About Lambourgini's Big Booties In Lil' Bikini's If I Rap Or Flip This Dope Than I Won't Need 3 Wishes From No Geni So I Rep That Fair Game Thats The Way I Make My Change Fed Up Till Da Day I Die Aint A God Damn Than Gon Change
Im Ridin' Slow Gettin' My Dough And I High Than A Motherfucker Breakin' These Hoes In My Brand New Cloths And Im Higher Than A Mothefucker
Im In The Magnium With The 22' Taller Than Ur Daughter Said Her Girlfriend Wanna Ride With A Balla' Creep Real Slow Through The Hood What's Next The Ac Blowin' Real Chili On My Neck These 15 Shots Aint Good Fo' Ur Health In The Rear View Jus Lookin' At My Self I Pop One Feelin' Wierd On Some Slow Mo Cashis Picked Me Up In The All Black Lowlow Bitch Ass Niggas All Wanna Be Me With A Dingy Dumb Broad That I Met In The Oc Im Gettin' Brain She Doin' Her Thang She Wanna Look At The Boy And Play With My Chain Mr. Matic High On Some Space Shit Bitch I Got A Wife I Dont Want No Relationship So I Am What Iam And I Are What I Are Get Yo Fake Gucci Purse And Get Outta My Car Biitch!!
Blaze The Trail I Can Sell Anythang For Major Mail I The G'ist Nigga On The Seen Far As I Can Tell Live From Hell Popin' Pal Shake The Game Mackval'i Daily Makein' These Bitches Do What I Can Nail Indistrie Woos From You Nigga I Rebell Then Hit The Studio With Semi's And A Box Of Shell's I Take A Lot Of Thangs Chump Nigga Not A Ale Im Winning Big And I Aint Even Had My Record Sell Locked Up 55 Thou Post The Bail Got Fresh And Hit The Court Room Like Yea Im A General Blood By Doing Coom Bogish Boy Alumni Cashis That Dude Nigga's Be Bragin' Like Stands I Wont Do Imma Ship 2 Mill And Sell Em' All Smooth You Know The Bitches Love Me Em Sendin' Money So What I Think About Ur Fillings Towards Me Nutthin'