Ces Cru - f** Me On The Dough lyrics

(Hook) I want my motherf**ing money, service is rendered, f** a check, return it to sender, Give me mine and they gonna tender Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me. f** me on the dough and we are all black with millions Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for realy. f** me on the dough and we are all black with millions Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for realy. (Verse) Ok, I’m trying to put it safe in the ground Guess I got it deep but first I got to buy that shovel. Try to leave a mark in the game, guess we’ve got an album to press And then we got to make that bubble. sponsored links Okay, the hour start teen and I love my friends, But understand, y’all, love don’t spin. They wanna get in, they wanna get it in, f**ing for scene, they blow their duckets on a bucket of gin They wanna act f**ed up when it comes to couple, bust to get in. I ain’t got nothing to lean, you got the cup to get in. I’m hoping you’re tripping, know it’s the only motor for ripping This constant energy is worth every penny in the price of igmission. I’m like on a mission, like in a pocket, You gotta pay the profit to witness to how he rock it. It’s like he’s in a rocket, his writing is like the rockets Hard and you got to chop it to profit. (Hook) I want my motherf**ing money, service is rendered, f** a check, return it to sender, Give me mine and they gonna tender Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me. f** me on the dough and we are all black with millions Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for realy. f** me on the dough and we are all black with millions Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for realy. (Verse) You act silly, hush, puppy on my bro, See, I already know we can’t be trusted on the low. Can feel it in my bones when he stuck me on the show, That’s why every time I call he duck me on the phone And what we are to know, keep me in the dark about Knew the game was shady when I started out Mama told me baby, just be smart about your biz’, Don’t forget about your kid while you’re carving out your needs The part about that is the industry’s offended When I made your labels dusted by a f**ing independent. Strange music, dude, f** if you believe in it. Don’t know what I have to do or what it took for me to get it, No wonder what they believe, when they look they see an image not the person underneath. They must took me for a gimmick, they push me to my limits, They coming out the faces, these motherf**ers run their mouths, I’m running out of patience Now come about your pockets, I’m coming out the basement I bet you don’t know nothing about no hundred dollar payments I’m slaving over grills, determined as ever, cooking the books and in the same time burning my cheddar. (Hook) I want my motherf**ing money, service is rendered, f** a check, return it to sender, Give me mine and they gonna tender Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me. f** me on the dough and we are all black with millions Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for realy. f** me on the dough and we are all black with millions Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for realy. (Verse) I’m at the coin start, counting this cheddar, we better stretch In the company of more wealthy people I never met. f** a check, return it to sender, we getting more slaps, Red headed b**hes for mommy and daddy work ups. f** me over for money may be consider that I’m cooking up a meal for you, buddy, pay me for dinner, Plus the baby sitter don’t work free, she needing chips Everybody put their palm on my face for a piece of this, I’m saying The car can need a Jeep, we need that bread, Commiting suicide if they put a price on my head. I want every rap sin, I gotta have it like right now Before the KCP and always cutting my lights out. I was on early gas come to put me out in the cold So it’s something I can see, touch, count and then hold Hold me, matter no money, know that I’ve been told But how the f** this gone out of control? (Hook) I want my motherf**ing money, service is rendered, f** a check, return it to sender, Give me mine and they gonna tender Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me. f** me on the dough and we are all black with millions Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for realy. f** me on the dough and we are all black with millions Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for realy.