Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] What up doe! Doughboyz Cashout, Boss Your Life Up Gang You listening to Get Money, Stay Humble (4-1) Put it in and ride wit a Boss, you know (Fenkell Ave) We in this bitch, Detroit AK on the beat Mob shit Yeah [Verse] Focused on money, bitches get ignored Tired of killing these niggas, I'm bored Five Jesus pieces on, oh lord In the streets, to each his own, nigga, get your's Been doing shit niggas tryna do I prove points niggas tryna prove Kept it real, these niggas lying to you No fake shit, I'm rock the watch of a winner Humble 'bout it, 'cause I remember the spots in the winter And the city remember, when we was passing in them whips And you niggas remember, when we was passing round your bitch Playing tag with that ho, Westin style, Im hella foul Fell down, so I called the plug and told him mail them now Touchdown a few times, now I'm the man again, face it Hit the Louis store and even leave the mannequins naked I'ma ball for when I couldn't, show it all since they looking Mama showed me how to cook it, used to give that yay a whooping Free my nigga Roc, he used to lay in niggas' bushes Get your money straight, and watch these niggas turn crooked We been foolin, your big bro know that And ain't no fucking with a Doughboy, your ho know that I'm in the Benz with Chaz, having a million dollar convo The bag came late, still got it off pronto No leader in my clique, 'cause we all head honchos Third person flips, never mano y mano Bitch