Get Dat Doe

Rich Boy

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    Rich boy, we at em once again
    You see where we're going?
    You take the 65 or you take the 10
    You take the charter or you take the g5
    You can take your chevy
    And you can take the truck
    Class is in sessions suckas
    Hey rich boy, I think it's time
    It's time

    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit

    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo

    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Purple juice, sip it slow
    Pour a fo, it's time to blow
    Fuck up on a moment bruh
    Feds come searching for the gun
    Make them racks out of corn
    Bounce that pussy in the zone
    Stack, you go spend it then
    Never seen no hater win
    Hotel bedroom full of wind and then they want my cool again
    I'm a polo, fuck the world, fuck the laws

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    Them stacks ho, filthy rich bitch time to ball
    Count that cheese, I'm major league
    You fake to me, too make believe
    Use yo head and bend yo knees
    She come to please and then she leave
    Flip that quick and hit that lick
    Pop that bottle, pour that shit
    With that ass she do magic
    And she love to trick or treat
    Dollar bills – that's what I'm bout
    My nigga cee lo cashing out
    Bitch we talking large amounts
    How much money you tryna count?
    Count that pass, that blunt and rhyme
    Smoke that purp and burn it down
    Salute to my nigga bun, it's time for me to loud shit now

    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo

    You know just how a nigga livin
    I be grinding for a living
    Tryna stack it to the ceiling
    Why you niggas was flat style
    Dreaming on yo mama couch
    I was breaking down peas
    Try not to stink up my mama house
    Uh, real shit you better ask about me
    Fuck friends, I only feel right when them racks surround me
    Ale servin, middle of the mall, poop side shit
    Oh lady man, house flooded with jordan shoe boxes
    She just wanna count cause she love this shit

    If I ever disappear she'll be swine flu infected sick
    Grind hard, I'll never quit this shit
    Wanna give my daughter the world so I need the biggest lick in here
    Fuck skirt, chasing bars
    Some can live a boss life
    Then these hoes by the dozen
    Every ho gon be the boss wife
    If you don't respect that my nigga kill yo self
    It's king's tomb, I make kings moves better wealth

    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo
    Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
    Spin that shit, make some mo

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