Doin The Dash lyrics

[Intro]
Doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash
I put a hunnid grand on my...
Yeah

[Chorus]
I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash
I put a hunnid grand on my whip and now I'm livin' real fast
I put [?] on my b*tch, even though we probably won't last
I told babe "stop movin' your lips, quit talkin' to this [?]"
I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash
Chasin' the bag, my b*tches be bad, you n*ggas be sad
I get that type of money, my mama, she ain't gotta ask
Big body Benz rotatin' with brand new paper tag

[Verse 1]
Boy, you better live that sh*t if you talk
Stay ready on go, you asked for it
I done left that ho and came right back
With a whole way badder b*tch
I f*cked her and her friend on accident, that sh*t be happеnin'
Baby, I been that n*gga since they werе still sippin' on [?]
I ain't never switched up, n*gga
I'm still the same n*gga from them hallways
Gotta keep one tucked, can't slip, n*ggas killin' in broad day
When I got signed you was always tryna f*ck with me
Why you ain't call me?
Hunnids all on my mind, I ain't gotta rap, getting money always
From the west side, lil' boy, I'm elite
Yeah, I got the key to the streets
The city done made me a beast
Now the young n*ggas look up to me
Been [?] a whip, f*ck a lease
I done bossed up, they cannot compete
Let's eat up, yeah we 'bout to feast
[?]
[Chorus]
I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash
I put a hunnid grand on my whip and now I'm livin' real fast
I put [?] on my b*tch, even though we probably won't last
I told babe "stop movin' your lips, quit talkin' to this [?]"
I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash
Chasin' the bag, my b*tches be bad, you n*ggas be sad
I get that type of money, my mama, she ain't gotta ask
Big body Benz rotatin' with brand new paper tag

[Verse 2]
Aw man
f*ck happened to you?
In high school you was the man
All my hunnids blue and all my fits straight from Japan
Why they hate they own people gettin' money, can't understand
Baby really want me to fall in love, but she a fan
Run them numbers up, we up at [?] doin' damage
Girl I'm f*ckin' with you cause I know you don't need a man
I ain't goin' out of [?], no fool, she really want me to be romantic
Got caught up f*ckin' with you, can't be my baby, god damn

[Chorus]
I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash
I put a hunnid grand on my whip and now I'm livin' real fast
I put [?] on my b*tch, even though we probably won't last
I told babe "stop movin' your lips, quit talkin' to this [?]"
I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash, I'm doin' the dash
Chasin' the bag, my b*tches be bad, you n*ggas be sad
I get that type of money, my mama, she ain't gotta ask
Big body Benz rotatin' with brand new paper tag