Fuck Me On the Dough - CES Cru

I want my motherfucking money, service is rendered

Fuck a check, return it to sender

Give me mine and they gonna tender

Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity

Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me

Fuck me, fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions

Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for really

Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions

Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for really.

Ok, I’m trying to put it safe in the ground

Guess I got it deep but first I got to buy that shovel

Look it, we trying to leave a mark on the game

Guess we’ve got an album to press

And then we got to make that bubble

Okay, the hour start teen and I love my friends

But understand, y’all, love don’t spin

They wanna get in, they wanna get it in

Fucking for scene, they blow their duckets on a bucket of gin

They wanna act fucked up when it comes to couple, bust to get in

I ain’t got nothing to lean, you got the cup to get in

I’m hoping you’re tripping, know it’s the only motor for ripping

This constant energy is worth every penny in the price of igmission

I’m like on a mission, like in a pocket

You gotta pay the profit to witness to how he rock it

It’s like he’s in a rocket, his writing is like the rockets

Hard and you got to chop it to profit

You act silly, hush, puppy on my bro

See, I already know we can’t be trusted on the low

Can feel it in my bones when he stuck me on the show

That’s why every time I callin' in me duck me on the phone

And what we ought to know, they keep me in the dark about

Knew the game was shady when I started out

Mama told me baby, just be smart about your biz'

Don’t forget about your kid while you’re carving out your needs

The part about that is the industry’s offended

When I made your labels dusted by a fucking independent

Strange music, dude, fuck if you believe in it

Don’t know what I have to do or what it took for me to get it

No matter what they believe, when they look

They see an image not the person underneath

They must took me for a gimmick, they push me to my limits

They coming out their faces, these motherfuckers

Run their mouths, I’m running out of patience

Now come about your pockets, I’m coming out the basement

I bet you don’t know nothing about no hundred dollar payments

I’m slaving over grills, determined as ever

Cooking the books and in the same time burning my cheddar

I’m at the coin start, counting this cheddar, we better stretch

In the company of more wealthy people I never met

Fuck a check, return it to sender, we getting more slaps

Red headed bitches for mommy and daddy work ups

Fuck me over for money may be consider that I’m

Cooking up a meal for you, buddy, pay me for dinner

Plus the baby sitter don’t work free, she needing chips

Everybody put their palm on my face for a piece of this, I’m saying

The car can need a Jeep, we need that bread

Committing suicide if they put a price on my head

I want every rap sin, I gotta have it like right now

Before the KCP and always cutting my lights out

I was on early gas come to put me out in the cold

So it’s something I can see, touch, count and then hold

Hold me, matter no money, know that I’ve been told

But how the fuck this gone out of control?