Dough chords by
Key Glock
Key Glock

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Key: Gb major
Verse 1
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Yuh
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Yuh
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Yuh- yuh, yuh, yuh (let the
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band play)
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Ayy, I'm runnin' to
Verse 2
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the money,
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you know how I'm comin'
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Monday 'til Sunday night, be thumbin',
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thumbin', thumbin'
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Got this bad bitch wit a onion
and she got her own money
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She say money keep her comin',
but I keep them commas comin', in
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Yuh, another check again, uh
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I be killin' shit,
Lord forgive me for my sins
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Yeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and
my earrings cost a Benz
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And my bitch is a Barbie,
my name Key and not Ken
When I fired up my blunt,
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they like "Who fuck broke the wind?"
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Double up my cup, I sip lean, not gin
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I be high as fuck,
it feel like my head spinnin'
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But no, I ain't spendin' no
time wit these bitches
Hell nah, give me head,
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keep your draws, yeah yeah
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Big dawg, I don't know 'bout y'all,
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yeah yeah
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Bling- blaow, jewelry game Niagara Falls,
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yeah yeah
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Stack it tall, money in the floor and wall,
uh, uh, yuh
Verse 3
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One to the two to the three
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and to the four
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Big Glock is all about his
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motherfuckin' dough
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Ready to make a entrance where
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my backend, bruh?
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Because you know I'm
'bout to turn shit up
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I told her throw that
Verse 4
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ass back so I
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can bust it like a bubble, uh
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South Memphis nigga in this bitch, yeah,
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you know you in trouble
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Ain't nuthin but a P thang, baby
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Young iced- out nigga going crazy
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Paper Route is the label
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that pays me
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Unplayable so please
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don't try to play me
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Know what I'm sayin? Uh,
yeah, bitch, I'm the man
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Before you talk raise up your hand, yuh
I been runnin' it up,
these niggas just been runnin' errands, uh
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How you screamin' Crip and Blood and
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ain't been to the land? What?
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Hold up, dog pound, you's a mutt,
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you need to scram, yeah
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You know how I get down,
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money talks, you hear me loud
Yeah I know you hear me loud,
I be countin' like
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and to the four
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Big Glock is all about
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his motherfuckin' dough
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Ready to make a entrance where
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my backend, bruh?
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Because you know I'm
'bout to turn shit up
Verse 6
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Yeah, turn it up, uh, bitch, I'm the shit,
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givin' niggas bubble guts
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Yeah, every whip in my crib,
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it go two- hundred plus
Except my yellow short bus,
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that's my Rolls- Royce truck
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Yeah, I be going nuts, nig ga,
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I be going dumb (dummy)
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Dumber, thumbin' through
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them numbers
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Run up (run it up,
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run it up), run up if you wanna
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Chopstick on me, bitch,
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I eat you like a tuna
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Young niggas wit me,
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they'll eat you like piranha
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I wonder why these niggas be hatin',
yuh
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Lord knows I really got boys
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shootin' like the navy, yuh
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Big loud foreign toy wakin'
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up my neighbors, uh
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They like "Where you going Glock?"
I'm going to get some paper, yeah
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One to the two to the three
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and to the four
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Big Glock is all about his
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motherfuckin' dough
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Ready to make a entrance where
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my backend, bruh?
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Because you know I'm 'bout
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to turn shit up
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One to the two
Verse 8
to the three
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and to the four
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One to the two to the three
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and to the four
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One to the two to the three
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and to the four
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Big Glock is all about his
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motherfuckin' dough
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Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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'bout his motherfuckin' dough
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, 'bout
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his motherfuckin' dough
Outro 1
Yeah, Glizzock
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