I don't know no algebra, but I know how to get dough out of her, out of her, out of her,

but I know how to get dough out of her. I don't know no algebra, but I know how to get dough out of her,

out of her, out of her, but I know how to get dough out of her. You know my kicks is clean,

but knuckles dirty. I still sell sacks, two for thirty. I keep a side bitch, a regular cat with

watsie. Walk into the club, the whole crowd get heisty. I shouldn't even be out, I should be home.

In my bed counting bread, getting some dough. But since I'm out, I'm a gold gorilla, and order all of it,

without no thriller. I got some money, but just not with me. So all the shit I'm buying, you gonna

have to give me. I need some booze, and a thing of tron. And whatever my partner's drinking,

bring it on. We getting lit, and that's for sure. So here's a toast to me keeping it all on the whole.

I'll put this down, no offense or maybe. Everything will be all on baby. I don't know

no algebra, but I know how to get dough out of her, out of her, out of her, but I know how to

get dough out of her. I don't know no algebra, but I know how to get dough out of her, out of her,

out of her, but I know how to get dough out of her. No algebra, no calculus, but I bet I beat

that money up out the bed. We said it's A -O -B, yeah, all on baby. When you break bread with me,

girl, don't come shabby. I'm a city shotgun hoe, bitch, I don't drive. If you're scared to catch

a case, jump out the ride. I go crisp, brown, straight -eyed turner, on a punk rock, bitch,

if she ain't no earner. And if you ever catch the flu, you gonna feel the blues. And if she ain't

buying shit, she gonna steal some shoes. She might feel her backhand or a cobra clutch. I bought a

house in Mendota when I sold the hutch. She rode the bus, I flew first class. I made a half

out that ass. She get Greyhound Rhyder, and she don't talk back. She fuck twelve Hindus

and bought me this life. I don't know no algebra, but I know how to get dough out of her, out of her,

out of her, but I know how to get dough out of her. I don't know no algebra, but I know how to

get dough out of her, out of her, out of her, but I know how to get dough out of her. I'm

I got Louis on my feet, they ain't supposed to hurt, look baby, I know what you want,

you can call me in the morning, come and hit this blunt, we can go do lunch, or maybe crush

some numbers, if it all go good then you'll be on to something, couldn't help but wonder,

say be like that, and what it's gonna take to get some bread like that, get some hair

like that, I said bitch get back, I'ma run down the facts when you give me that trap,

I'm a mac, with a black and filipino, from LA to Frisco and back to Reno, and we know

we'll shake the world around, that's why I give them homework when they first test in,

I don't know no algebra, but I know how to get dough out of her, out of her, out of her,

but I know how to get dough out of her, I don't know no algebra, but I know how to get

dough out of her, out of her.