Lil Jon - Just to Make Dough lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon} Yeah, motherf**ers! (Yeah!) ItsTheReal, b**h! (b**h!) Lil Jon, b**h! [Hook: ItsTheReal] I make raps Just to make dough Just to make liquor Just to make clothes Just to make movies Which pays more dough And now I'm rich, fly, and drunk And I forgot how to rap [Verse 1: Eric Rosenthal] I'm retiring before my first release date Rap was a building block, but now I f** with real estate Working construction, yeah, that's how I raise the roof I'm out there selling alcohol, it's called Recession Proof I'm not a rapper, go ahead and check my taxes I got a masters in cutting, I'm teaching cla**es I do this for my mother's hair, now it relaxes Building closets, they got racks and racks and rackses Clothing line crazy: Ron Artest fleece Match my purple and gold Metta Jesus piece I'm the Grand Cherokee, designing custom Jeeps Drove my talents all the way down to South Beach Turned nothing into stunting; ego self made Steady drinking on that ItsTheReal Kool-Aid Oh yeah, I'm a man of many hats I'm into selling out, not into selling raps [Hook: ItsTheReal] X2 [Verse 2: Jeff Rosenthal] f** rapping, dog; rapping is for rappy rappers Man, I'm just an actor Make movies, make money, then screw it Make time for someone else to do it Selling out's an art form, I'm in the Louvre I'm just proving I've got nothing else to prove-ah Got a clothing line that everyone should know about Got a red wine everyone Bordeauxs about f** Hellman's, man, I'm Grey Poupon Shouldn't let me on the plane, my shoes are the bomb See me tweeting and I'm looking verified No matter where I go, I got a check by my side I'm retired, hang my jersey in the rafters Forget rapping; cash is what I'm after Being so clear as I make my great escape... Enjoy the rest of the mixtape! [Hook: ItsTheReal] X2 [Outro: Lil Jon] Bye, b**hes Bye, b**hes! Rich, fly, drunk I could still rap though