Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Graveyard in the back, tombstones in the couch
From the south, dirty dirty, put some golds in my mouth
Hold the game up for ransom, show em what I'm bout
Got a couple dead white boys stacked up in the house
Talking Washington, Lincoln, Grant and that Jefferson
My best friend for life is my homie named Franklin
Benjamin, Benjamin, gotta keep them Benjamins
Numb to that bullshit, nah I ain't feeling them
Skeletons in my closet, 24 on my hearse
Zombies scratching at my door, look they trying to get that work
Evil residents, so I'm watching all you people
You try me like a pillow, Ima hit em with the sleeper
Rule one to Zombieland, gotta have that cardio
Don't forget to double tap to make sure you get em hoes
Gotta know your way out, man don't try to be the hero
Back against the wall, you gotta let them dice roll
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
This that end of the world, going hard till I die, flow
Bitches think they slick, we'll tell them hoes I'm Crisco
One million served, they know me from my Big Mac
Special sauce, lettuce, cheese, my bread, I'm a triple that
Come From where the drama at trouble he my best friend
Problem nothing new, if I'm here, then I'm all in
Dawn of the Dead, the way I'm getting to the dollars
Land of the Living Dead, better try to keep them gwallas
I stunt like Jackie, kick shit, Bruce Lee
Black Mask, Jet Li, you can come and get me
Baby don't tempt me, gangsta man it's in me
Certified OG, you gon' have to show me
Dead guys in my wallet, walking cemetery
Dead guy in my house, I'm a living mortuary
Walking Dead on the street, so I gotta keep the heat
Living Dead in my bed, she done sucked ya boy to sleep
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Grizwald Dickie - Dead Guys (feat. Mr. Bigg O.Z) Lyrics
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Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Graveyard in the back, tombstones in the couch
From the south, dirty dirty, put some golds in my mouth
Hold the game up for ransom, show em what I'm bout
Got a couple dead white boys stacked up in the house
Talking Washington, Lincoln, Grant and that Jefferson
My best friend for life is my homie named Franklin
Benjamin, Benjamin, gotta keep them Benjamins
Numb to that bullshit, nah I ain't feeling them
Skeletons in my closet, 24 on my hearse
Zombies scratching at my door, look they trying to get that work
Evil residents, so I'm watching all you people
You try me like a pillow, Ima hit em with the sleeper
Rule one to Zombieland, gotta have that cardio
Don't forget to double tap to make sure you get em hoes
Gotta know your way out, man don't try to be the hero
Back against the wall, you gotta let them dice roll
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
This that end of the world, going hard till I die, flow
Bitches think they slick, we'll tell them hoes I'm Crisco
One million served, they know me from my Big Mac
Special sauce, lettuce, cheese, my bread, I'm a triple that
Come From where the drama at trouble he my best friend
Problem nothing new, if I'm here, then I'm all in
Dawn of the Dead, the way I'm getting to the dollars
Land of the Living Dead, better try to keep them gwallas
I stunt like Jackie, kick shit, Bruce Lee
Black Mask, Jet Li, you can come and get me
Baby don't tempt me, gangsta man it's in me
Certified OG, you gon' have to show me
Dead guys in my wallet, walking cemetery
Dead guy in my house, I'm a living mortuary
Walking Dead on the street, so I gotta keep the heat
Living Dead in my bed, she done sucked ya boy to sleep
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Graveyard in the back, tombstones in the couch
From the south, dirty dirty, put some golds in my mouth
Hold the game up for ransom, show em what I'm bout
Got a couple dead white boys stacked up in the house
Talking Washington, Lincoln, Grant and that Jefferson
My best friend for life is my homie named Franklin
Benjamin, Benjamin, gotta keep them Benjamins
Numb to that bullshit, nah I ain't feeling them
Skeletons in my closet, 24 on my hearse
Zombies scratching at my door, look they trying to get that work
Evil residents, so I'm watching all you people
You try me like a pillow, Ima hit em with the sleeper
Rule one to Zombieland, gotta have that cardio
Don't forget to double tap to make sure you get em hoes
Gotta know your way out, man don't try to be the hero
Back against the wall, you gotta let them dice roll
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
This that end of the world, going hard till I die, flow
Bitches think they slick, we'll tell them hoes I'm Crisco
One million served, they know me from my Big Mac
Special sauce, lettuce, cheese, my bread, I'm a triple that
Come From where the drama at trouble he my best friend
Problem nothing new, if I'm here, then I'm all in
Dawn of the Dead, the way I'm getting to the dollars
Land of the Living Dead, better try to keep them gwallas
I stunt like Jackie, kick shit, Bruce Lee
Black Mask, Jet Li, you can come and get me
Baby don't tempt me, gangsta man it's in me
Certified OG, you gon' have to show me
Dead guys in my wallet, walking cemetery
Dead guy in my house, I'm a living mortuary
Walking Dead on the street, so I gotta keep the heat
Living Dead in my bed, she done sucked ya boy to sleep
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow
Get that dough, get that dough, money flow, money flow (stack it to the ceiling)
Writer: Eric Riggins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid