Weed, Hoes, Dough Lyrics

(feat. Drag-On)

I'm pushin for the single yo, c'mon 
Yo lock the door, uh huh 
Ya heard, uh, uh 
C'mon, yeah 
Y'all know who it is, or should I say what it is 
Uh, uh 

[Verse 1] 
All Drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his body 
Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie 
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas pump IV 
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me 
Make them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat 
Signal lights, stashbox, a package of D 
Drag dash, I'm happy to be 
On, this rap shit is like a jacket to me 
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves 
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my shit be gone 
What are you, lost your mind? 
It took my time to cut these dimes 
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines 
Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe shine 
Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my bootline 
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger 
Double R is hard, the rest of y'all is R & B singers 

[CHORUS 2X:]
WEED 
That's what we smokin up 
HOES 
That's what we pokin up 
DOUGH 
That's what we foldin up 
That's all we know about 

[Verse 2] 
I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip 
I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks 
I got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribs 
I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars 
Coward nigga lock your doors 
I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it 
With the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for 
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair 
Cuz Drag is real fair, it's all real here 
I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave 
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin to see mils like Billy Gates 
Cuz me in Philly rollin dutches 
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves 
Double R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed 
Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep 
Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me 
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step 

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3] 
I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda 
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop it 
Make 'em holler and swallow 
Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket 
I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga have it 
Hate chips that go away, lookin like white coke 
Sit in the sun long, come back like french toast 
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown 
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you now 
Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat 
Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope 
Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats 
Went from slums to the stats, been to London and back 
Me change cuz I rap, I can't do it 
I went from muggin y'all to payin niggas to do it 
It's all the same stupid 
I got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to pow 
Wit my family, two R's, Ryde or Die 

[CHORUS]