Get Dat Doe - Rich Boy

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

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