N' and Out the Dough Songtext
von Weapon of Choice

Mr. Get Dough Oh Lord there go them two greedy bastards
I just want to buy a Masi just to say I crashed it
40 bands had to thank the chink when I grabbed it
Oh Lord I love being a joint it′s fantastic
Keeping it clingy you know we riding on stocks
And we in Rosemead so yes I had to bring the box
Stanley's out you know they had to bring the cops
We going high speed chases couldn′t get me if I'm God, but I'm not
Pops on my knots
Mr. Get Gwuap that′s Mr. Get Dough
Aka Mr. most
Walking out the house with the stone
Lingo, bingo
Call me Mr. Get Dough


Mr. Get Dough And what you tell the bitches
Bitch I′ve been a joint Been Bentley auction bidding
Got universal bidding
Get in where you fit in or you're clipped like a split end
Get them for the [?] distribute for the [?]
I hope you protect that thing since you representing
I live life seldom I fucked you welcome
Macklemore 6s in the 6 ducking 12
Hoes on me like velcro, bitches can′t spell no
Titty pussy fat flat back like an elbow
Shoot it til my arm hurt, trying to hit the point
I can serve with no bitch til she fucking Choice
Puffing my stuff in the cut is the oint-ment
Are you just finding out I've been a joint, bitch?

Mr. Get Dough And when you tell them bitches
Bitch I′ve been a joint I recall getting booked without a page count
Nigga bailed out and went to playhouse
It's really elementary how it played out
Could′ve came in the industry and went the safe route
Aoow nooo, now we O.M.M.I.O bosses
Ain't taking losses
Raced out of horses
You stumble at your closet
A safe full of charges, [?]
Bitch I've been a joint since the old chronic
All these rappers getting cash like they stole it prolly
On my momma nigga I don′t owe nobody
We done flipped pennies now they foamposites
Mr. LA and