DoughBoy lyrics

[Intro]
Tri$ten

[Chorus]
My heart cold, mind gone
With a mouth full of gold
I’m a doughboy gettin' money all that I know
Self-made bread winner no one showed me the ropes
The Don dada, shot caller, no one puttin' me on
I ain’t worry bout a soul, boy I stay with a po‘
If anybody finna’ Bol then his body get rolled
Ion’ care bout’ opinions I just say what I know
I’m a doughboy get it til’ the day that I’m gone

[Verse 1]
I make M’s not friends so our circle is closed
Real doughboy gettin’ money all that I know
I could flip a hunnid’ times and I still need mo’
Go getter, bread winner, b*tch I fiend for the dough
First time I touch 10’s said I need 10 more
Throw some bands up in the trap, get it back 10 fold
I’m a hustler and a playa b*tch I play both roles
I gotta love hate relationship with money and hoes
I know the real gon relate
I know the fake gon’ hate
Praise the motherf*ckin' real, if you ain't then you late
All the lames speaking on me cause I do what they can’t
Every time I make a flip I put some bands in a safe
I make plays count cake off of the risks that I take
I can hear yo stomach achin' cause the risk ain’t made
Big bank or little bank, what the f*ck do ya’ think
If you ain’t adding you subtracting, get the f*ck out the way
[Chorus]
My heart cold, mind gone
With a mouth full of gold
I’m a doughboy getting money all that I know
Self-made bread winner no one showed me the ropes
The Don dada, shot caller, no one puttin' me on
I ain’t worry bout a soul, boy I stay with a po‘
If anybody finna’ Bol then his body get rolled
Ion’ care bout’ opinions I just say what I know
I’m a doughboy get it til’ the day that I’m gone

[Verse 2]
And for these dead presidents, we knock his head off his throat
Five piece, one play, you ain't seen that before
Whatchu need, bet I got it, come and cop for the low
I'm either runnin up a check, or with the work on the road
I could teach you 30 times how to ball like a pro
And I could teach you 30 mo' and you'd still be broke
I flip a gram to a O, turn a b*tch to a hoe
Only dollas making sense and that's all that I know
Ima fiend for the guap, b*tch I'm part of the mob
I count cake, runnin' clocks, swear this sh*t don't stop
Gotta dolla from a dime and started huggin' the block
Since then, past 10, I've been thumbin' through knots
I been on top, the opps really been all talk
I can tell he pump fakin' from the way that he walk
Pave lanes, make change, that's the way I was taught
Applying pressure out they necks, till they line me in chalk
(That's on the mob)
[Chorus]
My heart cold, mind gone
With a mouth full of gold
I’m a doughboy getting money all that I know
Self-made bread winner no one showed me the ropes
The Don dada, shot caller, no one puttin' me on
I ain’t worry bout a soul, boy I stay with a po‘
If anybody finna’ Bol then his body get rolled
Ion’ care bout’ opinions I just say what I know
I’m a doughboy get it til’ the day that I’m gone