Keith Sweat - Get That Dough lyrics

[Hook: Keith Sweat] I gotta get that dough I gotta stack up on my chips Put a shine up on my wrist I'm a hustler babe I gotta get that dough You be calling me, calling me I gotta get that dough I gotta brush up on my pimp game Stay up on my feet man I gotta get that dough You be calling me, calling me [Verse 1: Papoose] My house lavish luxurious outlandish Enough crack to make the east coast 'bout vanish Enough chronic to keep the west coast counting cabbage Enough bread to make the whole dirty south a sandwich Claiming you got money what's you account balance? Industry n***a, I get fly without a style My doormat reads welcome to Papoose palace Your text bracket is mad kelvish You got a nice crib, but I laugh when I pa** you Cribs is for babies man, I live in a castle A kingdom stand on my throne in a threesome Me, myself and I enjoying my freedom On fire from Head of New England So when you pa** me, you pa** a fire like babies when they teeth in The mafia kids, we push you off with the forearms The only thing you can kiss is the ground that I root on [Hook] [Verse 2: Papoose] They mad at my money cause I don't wanna trick it They say they gonna fix you be more specific Why you gonna fix me, life's short live it You know they say, if it ain't broke don't fix it I'm so ahead of my time I eat lunch for breakfast Put on my medallion before I put on my necklace The game mean, I gain green like infections I could teach you the game boy just like Tetris I let your girl drive my car, shawty bog She was DWI: driving while in love She say she wanted to go clubing roll a budge Jacuzzi up in the telly we can rubber dub, she in love with my buzz I told her the hotel was like an ace of spade: it's better than the club What you mean you made me I helped you put weight on The only thing you can make is the bed that I lay on [Hook] [Verse 3: Papoose] Money be calling me "Hello can I speak to Pap?" I'm on the other line with money I call you back Dollar bills be saying, yo Pap' get your chips up Ball me up in the night, and spend me in the strip club 5 dollar bills be saying spend me at the (?) Let 'em keep the change them punk cops broke 10 dollar bills saying stay on your grind To get your hands on me you had to move dimes 20 dollar bills be saying dig gully Dressed that ugly hoodies and ressing 50 dollar bills be saying display So we can smoke for days, sticky sacks of haze 100 dollar bills is ignorant Cause they was filling their selves It's big may all about the Benjamins Plastic talk too, Pap watch out Keep a safe Uncle Sam might freeze your account [Hook] [Outro: Keith Sweat] I gotta get that dough I gotta stack up on my chips Put a shine up on my wrist I'm a hustler babe