Doughboyz Cashout - Karl Malone lyrics

(Hook) Gimme your adress and I'll send 'em to ya home Touchdown, back, make it nice home Bust a bell down, grab a scale, get 'em done I'm the middle man, but you can call me Karl Malone Karl Malone I'm the middle man, but you can call me Karl Malone (Verse) I got that mill on Fed-Ex, Goalers learn to flex Hugh was playn five, so I hit him with the tech These discipols on my neck Me and Keiffer the vet Got a b**h on my dick She say that p**y stay wet I done fought up a check sponsored links Y'all tried to get it back In the package can, b**h, how you knew that? I be hustling like a motherf**er Get that guy down! Finish Corleone with this money on my mind All my life was crime, pistol ball, tears and rubber need no motherf**ing thang, I can do this in the shower Dayum, now they calling me the middle man Big, getting bills through the Z From the mailman (Hook) (Verse) I'm doing my touchdown on this, aw, k**er I get 'em for a good number, I'm bout to k** 'em Can you leave? No, lil' n***a, you may not Cool? We ain't that cool, n***a, we're not Getting cash, now I got the same treasure Dre got My whole team eat, i can't eat if they not We make so much money, send the cush from San Francisco Those people call us presidential, the Baywatch Shout out to UPS that got me all of my cues I don't cite for nothing, I let them ride on my stuge I ain't even got no licence I ain't driving my cool I got the work, motherf**er, I ain't coming to you (Hook)