"DOH DOH" lyrics

"DOH DOH"
(feat. Young Scooter)

[Future (Young Scooter):]
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I get more, more, more
Super
They're jacking, they got me bad
(Count up)
Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe
Yeah. Zaytoven. Skrrt, skrrt

Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swangin' door, door, doors
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (Re-mix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (Count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow
Skrrt, skrrt
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M n' M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, damn, we want dough, dough, dough
Freebandz

[Young Scooter:]
I got cho, I got blow, fifty racks, we used to swing the dough (Yeah)
Six trap houses in a row, I'm shooting dice, bank ten or four (Trap)
Future get a mil' a show, that's why my fucking price is low (Yeah)
220 on the dash, nigga, you know how fast the Aston go (Skrrt)
Road running, 20 East, you know I got the package though (Finesse)
One, two, or three, I got that dope boy a magic bowl
Most you niggas gon' fold, all my niggas on go
Super good in the streets, name a place I can't go (Street)
Real talk nigga, I've been street before Bankroll (Yeah)
I can still touch a mill' cash when the bank close
Quarter mill' every month, that's just for my payroll
Lost a hundred racks a day ago, got it back today though
No days off, we be chasing them M's (Work)
Young Scooter got them trees, I ain't talking 'bout timbs (For sure)
I got bullshit work but still I jump out the gym (Re-mix)
Treat the trap like Nipsey Hussle, you know all money in (Count up)

[Future (Young Scooter):]
Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swangin' door, door, doors
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (Re-mix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (Count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow
Skrrt, skrrt
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M n' M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, yeah, we want dough, dough, dough
Freebandz

[Future:]
Pa-blo
Cha-po
Cuban link, Cas-tro
Count it fast
Tur-bo (Brrt)
Big bags, coco
One thousand grams in a kilo
They're jacking, they got me back in beast mode (2)
I'm taxing, I hit the bank and reload (reload)
The coupe, it went to space, ten fold (Chu)
Treat me like Bin Laden
Pluto, but I'm going to Saturn (Gone)
I made her fuck my Patek (Patek)
I turned her into a baddie (Baddie)
Put eight new whips in traffic (Woo)
My watch come out the casket
Our love is everlasting (Yeah)
Money wrapped up in plastic
365 ducking po-po-pos
Truck loads coming to your door, door, door
24 hours like a store, store, store (Freebandz)
Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe

[Future (Young Scooter):]
Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swangin' door, door, doors
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (Re-mix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (Count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow
Skrrt, skrrt
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M n' M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, yeah, we want dough, dough, dough
Freebandz


Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Xavier L. Dotson, Kenneth Edward Bailey
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