My Dough - Montana of 300, No Fatigue, Jalyn Sanders

I can’t trust these hoes

I only trust this dough

Can’t get me out my mode

That money hit dont fold

My killers got them poles

Dont try me Dej Loaf

Bitch i need sauce when i walk

No Chris Tucker that money’ll talk

That money be talking

Im just (?)

Man i got shit sold in this bitch like an auction

I got green like im Boston

These niggas be hating i dont do the talking

I treat that like abortions

We ain’t having that boy my killers will of em

He gon' need a coffin

Like Roman candles on the 4th of July these sticks get to sparkling

Then get back to balling and dripping and saucing no Dennis im flossing (?)

You niggas hating

We getting richer got dough off the floor like a stripper

Your bitch want a picture

She know im that nigga that pussy on lock till i pick her

My money talks but dont fold like a snitch

These niggas got salty cause snow on my wrist

Your broke as a bitch

And your ho on my dick and just like a strip club we got pole in this bitch

Its MOB baby

You can get a fraction

Bitch im in my bag you would think ima unpack it

Franklins and Jackson

Come get him a napkin

Hook: Jalyn Sanders}

I can’t trust these hoes i only trust this dough

Can’t get me out my mode

That money hit dont fold

My killers got them poles

Dont try me Dej Loaf

Bitch i need sauce when i walk

No Chris Tucker that money’ll talk

Some niggas know OG

Dont trust niggas like police

Niggas sad yeah they mopey

Im in my bag like i put in groceries

Pockets stuffed like a (?)

My flow cold just like Loki

Yeah they hate but dont know me

Make a call and they shoot at your dog call em Jodi

Should never said what you told me

You look like the type that put snakes in the grass

You got to watch them like you making a pass

Told them they get money they changing the tab

Tell me what you know about making it last

Tell me what you know about making it back

Steal your life while you sleep call it taking a nap

Your bitch girl let me fuck and you know that thats facts

And yall already know that ive been in my glow yeah

Never sold my soul reaching all my goals yeah

I stay with that pole run up imma blow yeah

Gucci to my toes sauce it when i stroll yeah

Hook: Jalyn Sanders}

I can’t trust these hoes i only trust this dough

Can’t get me out my mode

That money hit dont fold

My killers got them poles

Dont try me Dej Loaf

Bitch i need sauce when i walk

No Chris Tucker that money’ll talk