DoughBoy (Prod. by Tri$ten)

(Tri$ten?)

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 (yeah)

I'on care 'bout opinions, I just say what I know

I'm a doughboy, get it 'til the day that I'm gone

I make M's not friends, so our circle is closed

The real doughboy, gettin' money all that I know

I could flip a hunnid times and I still need mo'

Go-getter, bread-winner, bitch, I fiend for the dope

First time I touch tens said, "I need ten more"

Throw some bands up in the trap, get it back ten fold

I'm a hustler and a player, bitch, 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 motherfucking 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 fuck do ya think?

If you ain't adding, you subtracting, get the fuck out the way

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

I'on care 'bout opinions, I just say what I know

I'm a doughboy, get it 'til the day that I'm gone

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 can teach you 30 times how to ball like a pro