LYRICS:
Diamonds on fangaz Finna be famous
Stacking up dough cause your girlfriend pay us
Boss players homey don’t betray us
Or we drop bombs like General Petraeus
We do it grande ask your fiancé
Finna knock Jay Z for Beyoncé
I blow Kush do it by the bush
Can’t stand a flat booty girl with no tush
Ratchet acting brand new get ran through
I’m going Clark Griswold finna lampoon
Straight clown on them go to town on them
Makaveli Tupac I get around on them
Talk bad I’m a sav 106th Ave.
Warriors getting money and we live fast
And this lifestyles all that I know going hard on the flow
All for the Dough
We run it we run it we run it
All for the Dough
Get money get money get money
All for the Dough
We run it we run it we run it
All for the Dough
Get money get money get money
All for the Dough
I got eyes in the back of my head
I see where I’ve been when I’m stacking up bread
Visualize where I’m going getting rich so steady
Either rap for the trap all Eyez on the feddi
Out in Waikiki chilling in Hawaii
Dippin with your wifey ooh wee she like me
And you be giving cash to her fool I’m her manager
She give the dough to a pro you just an amateur
i’m like Jordan Ballin high scoring
Franchise player got the whole crowd roaring
Fool you ain’t the same you’re kind of lame
Riding on the bench you ain’t even in the game
Cause you done fouled out trying to wild out
Youse a player hater boy you got found out
But I’m a get mines for real though go put that on the ESO
All for the Dough
We run it we run it we run it
All for the Dough
Get money get money get money
All for the Dough
We run it we run it we run it
All for the Dough
Get money get money get money
All for the Dough
Here come the hat trick niggaz better catch it
Mackin’ fantastic boy it’s like magic
The champs in the building top-flight billing
Finna make a killing like a horror movie villain
Got lots of flows when I rock the shows
These pros done chose and they jock the most
I pop the most shit I’m high and toasted
I rock the coast with my rhyme devotion
Bangin’ the beats fool making the freaks move
Scantily clad wearing clothes that see-through
Don’t like broke ones girls with no funds
I’d rather have rich twins like the Olsons
Girl we need money like a fiend need dope
Top notch stripping and she ain’t no joke
Mami on the pole making that roll
Dropping down low
All for the Dough
We run it we run it we run it
All for the Dough
Get money get money get money
All for the Dough
We run it we run it we run it
All for the Dough
Get money get money get money
All for the Dough
What you know about a young nigga like me
Stacking up bills from the money tree
All the bad bitches move they ass to the beat
Drop it down low right in front of me
All for the Dough all all all All for the Dough
All for the Dough all all all all All for the Dough