Doughboyz Cashout - Whitney & Wiz lyrics

Chorus I got whitney and wiz 8x I move zips of the sh** whitney houston was smokin Sold pounds of the sh** wiz khalifa be blowin Stack tied the long way, naw it ain't no foldin Better call my phone quick cuz i just got the load in I got whitney and wiz 8x Livin life like its golden Started slappin and got frozen Got these hoes open I can't lie I think I'm chosen f** punchin the clock, I gotta hustle Addicted to trouble these n***as know that i'm the muscle I used to sell the same sh** Wiz smoke Kept blowin pros, goin' broke Switched over and took over Now i fool with the overs Gotta crew full of soldiers Good head on my shoulders My elevation got n***as hatin But just be patient Hustle hard for my sh** so i be damned if you take it Banged out watch with the bracelet gotta em askin what im selling He can't hold two quick I can't lie think he telling Out jackin like he slappin goin broke by the day Im the mayor of the Mo i sell blow by the way I say to the world blow Kid be screamin yay yay Im the mayor of the Mo i sell blow by the way (screwed) I say to the world blow Kid be screamin yay yay Chorus On the road to riches f**in hoes and b**hes Dodgin bows in snitches Stashin pros and kitchens I'm on my toes and pivot Gettin rich the mission Residue on the scale, residue on the dishes I keep it on deck Im talking whitney and wiz I gotta all star cast right here in the crib I got britney spears, charlie sheen Dre and snoop on triple beam Dead presidents in my jeans No peasants on my team Doughboyz we do it You had your chance and blew it Yo little stash i threw it Yo girl wanna f** i knew it Cuz hoes loves them a real n***a Especially one with scrill n***a Iced up everyday hell no i ain't go no deal n***a That whitney houston hot, zips goin for about a stack That wiz khalifa fifty six but best believe its thrax When im talkin whitney and wiz I ain't talkin bout no grammies Im talkin bout that loud and that o's and nose candy Chorus Doughboyz cashout rich n***as the mob The way these b**hes starin at us you would think they seen god My uncle stay on his job so Ima stay on mine He send a package I move in an hour everytime These n***as say we lyin but they chains fugazi Everything that come outta broke n***a mouth sound crazy I just let these hoes chase me I just chase this money What payroll charge me for the kush he really must love me My pockets far from anemic My diamonds shining and blinging My clothes come straight from neimans My bows come straight from phoenix Somebody pinch me im dreamin My life the sh** and i mean it We be rockin out shows i wish that nunu could see it Get rid of the pounds like a diet Takin chances so its ice him Somebody gives us a deal before we all get indicted Twenty pointers in my brightling V Its diamonds in my ear for seven G's Feel my mink can only wear it twice a year (crispy) Chorus