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Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mustard on the beat ho Oh lord, there go them two greedy bastards I just want to buy a Masi just to say I crashed it Forty bands, had to thank the chink when I grabbed it Oh lord, I love being a joint, it’s fantastic Keeping it clammy you know we riding on stocks And we in Rosemead, so yes I had to bring the box Stanleys out, you know they had to bring the cops We go on high speed chases, couldn't get me if I'm God But I'm not, pops on my knots Mr. Get Guap, that’s Mr. Get Dough, AKA Mr. Mos Walking out the house with the stove Lingo bingo, call me Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, and what we tell the bitches Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Letras de cancionesBitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint 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 fid-o, distribute for the tit-en I hope you protect that same shit you representing I live life seldom, I fucked you welcome Macklemore sixes, in the six ducking 12 Hoes on me like velcro, bitches can't spell no Titties pussy fat, flat back like an elbow Shoot it 'til my arm hurt, trying to hit the point I can't serve with no bitch 'til she fucking Choice Puffing my stuff in the cut is the ointment Oh you just finding out I've been a joint, bitch? [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, and what we tell the bitches Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint 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 Oh no, now we O.M.M.I.O bosses A band on Philippe, had the taste for they sauces Ain’t taking losses, race of the horses Stumbled out your closet, a safe full of charges Cautious, Bitch I’ve been a joint since the old Chronic All these rappers getting gassed like the stove probably On my mama nigga, I don't owe nobody We done flipped pennies, now they Foamposites Mr. LA and Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough, Mr. Get Dough Mr. Get Dough, and what we tell the bitches Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint, bitch I’ve been a joint Bitch I’ve been a joint From Letras Mania