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Trouble - Twista
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know

Oh ain't no playin me
It's Twista
I gots to get mine ya dig

I need a stove and a pot from you
Oh I need a jar from you
I'm about to cook up somethin horrible

I make a big chunk
And I chop it down to particles
And sell a part to you
Get this money is what I'ma do ooh
A tall dawg call me momma-do ooh
From selling nuggets to your momma duke
Now I got money out the follicles
Try to stop me
I'ma put your name up in the article
I turn a giant to a molecule
Peon and p**sy were the man's parents
I see straight through you like you transparent
You ain't capo
You run your man's errands
Low on the totem pole
But me I hold the do'
I'm never freezin below zero
I can't go below a O
So now I got digits got critics f**k 'em
I got b**ches that come back wit it
Bust you in yo' cap fitted
You niggaz ain't know
I was that siddick
The chain flick up peep the chronicles of Twista ni**a
F**k Riddick
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be some trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
Uh-huh I rap scary
Make A&R's get on they Blackberry
Type in to they boss that every track heavy
If rappers was reverends
I'm that Jesse
Or comedians then I'm that Eddie
Football I'm that Jerry
You could count on me
When you throw the rice
Married to the mob
So throw the rice
You are just a prototype
Son of the devil call him Dolomite
I'm on another level
But you wrote 'em right
You fiend for that 'dro to write
He ain't nothing I'm made
It's swift out the cuts
When I daze him
Give him cuts and abrasions 'cause
I'm too f**kin amazing
Huff don't get you paid and
I'm making big bucks off of haze and
My d**e gon' keep on coming back
Like you f**kin with Jason
Vorhees more ki's
Get killed for the pies
They yours to serve
But the hills have eyes
I'm watching you
You should be through my money huh
Well when I come through have that money up
And I don't even wanna hear no funny stuff
Hurry up
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be some trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
Buck buck my guns fire horror
A little money you better wire momma
Because I am diaboli-cal
To your life I say sayanora
Better call god or hire Allah
Because ni**a I am lava
Flow out the volcano to burn the village
These cooking utensils ain't given to you boy
You gotta earn the skillet
When it come to a cap
You gotta learn to peel it
When it come to a track
You gotta learn to feel it
When it's your turn to kill it
Musical masturbation I'm feeling myself
I'm deadly and mannish
But I still'll leave you and your buddy damaged
Freaking on the tracks so nasty
That you can't understand it
Till you see me sipping dollars
And eating a money sandwich
And the new jag be looking so splendid
But I can't re-cop it
Till you get finished
It's been three days ni**a
Give me mine
You know I gots to get paid ni**a
Don't you know the consequences of f**king
With a made ni**a
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know
I want my dough
Or it's gon' be some trouble
Somebody let them niggaz know