fully self produced with some tracks collabing with other prods

Self prod

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

My bro roll it up
Feel za in my soul
I can't cuff a slut
That's not my hoe, hoe
C-can't answer your call
You just one of those
I swerve in that fast car with oxys in my dome, dome
JP brands on my body you can't cop these clothes
You just stay on mall shit so you don't even know
I know you tried stealing swag so just go take them notes
Don't think that im pussy now cause i'm not one of those, those
Yeah, we countin’

Hook:

Dough, dough, dough
Count-countin’ money, money 
She say i’m a asshole, so?
But she still want me
Jeans on me its Ed Hardy, hard-hardy
And she-and she T up at my party, part-party
And she-and she all over my body

Verse 2:

Say who-say who pussy? Boy, not me
At the bar she gon back it up like beep, beep, beep
Flashin’ green, she like what she see
You ain't worth my time, no, you ain't nun to me yeah
Way too cold i make her fria
And I want you, but I don't need ya
And she feel up on my features
But that's not my bitch you can keep her
I watch where i go so you cant even keep up
No you can't keep up
We countin’ allat

Hook:

Dough, dough, dough
Count-countin’ money, money 
She say i’m a asshole, so?
But she still want me
Jeans on me its Ed Hardy, hard-hardy
And she-and she T up at my party, part-party
And she-and she all over my body

gio

beela