作词 : Masspike Miles 作曲 : Richard M. Wheeler Now she dealing with a boss Rocks in the ear So much work in the crib You can smell it from over here The odour strong And the lord you know I'm wrong But convertable phantoms Just got yo boy all in the zone Got my face in the sky Embracing to die Hooked on that cash Still chasing the high Oatmill, timberlands I'm heavy on the pedal Swurving in the ghetto gotta be on schdual In The Streets yeah they know me as Mass Pike Miles Sometime niggas want *****? I'm addicted to the hustle, addicted to the game The street life nigga I'm loving it I get I I I get it and my beef in the hood Yo yo he get it I took nothin and turned it into something Off baking bread in the oven I'm all about dough, I'm all about a dollar If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla Dougghhh, I'm all about a dollar (I'm all about a dollar) If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla See I got long dough Longer then a nose on a eagal Enough to keep the heat off me from 5-0 I distribute from the east and the westcoast Listen to yo boy, I'm like Nino Got em serving out the carter from the third floor Plus you need I.d to pass the front door This big bussiness best believe I'm in this Waste deep yeahhhhh I'm all about dough, I'm all about a dollar If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla Dougghhh, I'm all about a dollar (I'm all about a dollar) If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla I know my name is buzzing in the street Got alota haters and enemies Plus the feds are trying to infistrate me But I'm starter then them smarter then them Yo man we in it this deep I ride for you my nigga and you ride for me And my brothers keeper YES I am We stil counting last nights rounds In the jag burning grass waltsing mass pike miles I'm thinking trya banks I'm talking lora london YAYO or London stay smoking somthin Maybacks float (float) Slanging that dope (dope) Whoes cars clothes All I know On the run with a bad ***** Staying number one Getting ones ****? rich I'm all about dough, I'm all about a dollar If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla Dougghhh, I'm all about a dollar (I'm all about a dollar) If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla
作词 : Masspike Miles 作曲 : Richard M. Wheeler Now she dealing with a boss Rocks in the ear So much work in the crib You can smell it from over here The odour strong And the lord you know I'm wrong But convertable phantoms Just got yo boy all in the zone Got my face in the sky Embracing to die Hooked on that cash Still chasing the high Oatmill, timberlands I'm heavy on the pedal Swurving in the ghetto gotta be on schdual In The Streets yeah they know me as Mass Pike Miles Sometime niggas want *****? I'm addicted to the hustle, addicted to the game The street life nigga I'm loving it I get I I I get it and my beef in the hood Yo yo he get it I took nothin and turned it into something Off baking bread in the oven I'm all about dough, I'm all about a dollar If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla Dougghhh, I'm all about a dollar (I'm all about a dollar) If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla See I got long dough Longer then a nose on a eagal Enough to keep the heat off me from 5-0 I distribute from the east and the westcoast Listen to yo boy, I'm like Nino Got em serving out the carter from the third floor Plus you need I.d to pass the front door This big bussiness best believe I'm in this Waste deep yeahhhhh I'm all about dough, I'm all about a dollar If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla Dougghhh, I'm all about a dollar (I'm all about a dollar) If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla I know my name is buzzing in the street Got alota haters and enemies Plus the feds are trying to infistrate me But I'm starter then them smarter then them Yo man we in it this deep I ride for you my nigga and you ride for me And my brothers keeper YES I am We stil counting last nights rounds In the jag burning grass waltsing mass pike miles I'm thinking trya banks I'm talking lora london YAYO or London stay smoking somthin Maybacks float (float) Slanging that dope (dope) Whoes cars clothes All I know On the run with a bad ***** Staying number one Getting ones ****? rich I'm all about dough, I'm all about a dollar If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla Dougghhh, I'm all about a dollar (I'm all about a dollar) If it don't make money and it don't make sense And if we can get it together just holla
