Buckshot - Shorty Left lyrics

[Intro: Buckshot] I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said Spread rumors like bu*ter on the bread I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said [Verse 1: Buckshot] This is my life; my L-I-F-E I ain't leave my wife, my wife left me I was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D She said she heard of labels but mines was indie What that mean? That mean everything all mine And the check's all good, but it's not all the time I'm under the impression that you get it But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine I'mma do mine, I mean do me If you need a checkup you should find an MD Until then, my prescription is how to act right Hold me down and not back, right See, I was thinking about you last night Hoping that you would see the real, no flashlight Let me ask you like, a few questions The first one is, ‘Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went This is me and you, on the grind too You should have my son. Why? So he could shine too [Hook: Buckshot] Why you never satisfied? But you advertise Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies Spread rumors like bu*ter on the bread I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said Spread rumors like bu*ter on the bread I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said [Verse 2: Rapsody] I supported dreams and everything that you wanted But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted I know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us Refrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me? Maybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's Don't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that And we living comfortable but I want you to be famous Me and that money take family trips to the Caymans Okay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving It's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas I know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither [Hook]