Ballout - All Des Doe lyrics

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Ballout - All Des Doe lyrics

[Verse 1: Chief Keef] I be getting money count so much damn money Counting up a hunna fifty thousand last sunday Then I went to the strip club that Monday Made it rain all night all I do is hunnits I be getting money count so much damn money glo gang Robbing 4 g I don't want them glo gang I be getting doe, f**ing all these hoes Then I can't tell my number boy why you don't call me doe I say b**h I'm in my glory, stunting all these hoes Then can I get some head while I leaning over 4 See n***as they be mad but they hoes glad they saw me tho And we don't do no pad I pa** u in raw reys doe See b**hes they be gloing cause I got all these doe I pull up in a foreign cause my gang rawry doe [Verse 2: Ballout] I be getting money count so much damn money Counting up a hunna fifty thousand last sunday Then I went to the strip club that Monday Made it rain all night all I do is hunnits They like ballout you getting too much damn money Never too much chugga to much damn money Pull up on 40s hear then hoes going bunkz I don't trust thes hoes, I don't f** with no condom I don't trus these hoes I just f** em then I dump em Leaning of these act got people talking about my stomach Fresh as hell n***a hood b**h straight vomust, still in the hood riding 40 yallows b**h stuning [Hook] I be getting doe, f**ing all these hoes Then I can't tell my number boy why you don't call me doe I say b**h I'm in my glory, stunting all these hoes Then can I get some head while I leaning over 4 See n***as they be mad but they hoes glad they saw me tho And we don't do no pad I pa** u in raw reys doe See b**hes they be gloing cause I got all these doe I pull up in a foreign cause my gang rawry doe [Verse 2:Capo] I pull up in the foreign beamer gang 4g ally though I get so much doe I get it of for yoy a slow Eh you can't get no money you darking, i think the glo Eh yea we co*ky arrogant ,reggy man let them hammers spit All these b**hes going don't won't no ain't got non to pick Two cell phones and fan 3 promise you still won't call a b**h All these n***as rapping for outa scratch chick man that's some sh** When I'm at the top we the glo gang let us take on yo b**h And we ride with tec's mac's and 30s FN's all type of sh** Ya we co*ky arrogant, reggy man let them hammers spit [Hook]