• Tag Archives Kash Doll
  • Kash Doll – Dividends Lyrics

    [Hook]
    I just came in here for the dividends
    I just came in here for the dividends
    2 commas, need a million
    3 commas, need a billion
    I just came in here for the dividends
    I just came in here for the dividends
    2 commas, need a million
    3 commas, need a billion
    Money, money, money
    Money, money, money
    If you ain’t getting money
    You ain’t getting money
    Money, money, money
    Money, money, money
    If you ain’t getting money
    Can’t get nothing from me

    [Verse 1]
    I need at least 2 commas, cause I ain’t that kind
    Not even fifty k, could get me out my pajamas
    I need one point something, cause I want one point nothing
    Had to turn in to something
    And nothings not an option
    When your life is worth fortune
    I want it all, fuck a portion
    I love the way my hair blow in that Panamera Porsche
    And I love the [?] on my wine pop cork
    I’m in a pent house top floor, and love a silk Versace robe
    That I keep my pussy sweetened, my nigga do you hear me?
    When I say you can’t afford me, I’m all about my Benji’s
    Bitch never will I fall, I made the game look pretty
    Bitch my name Kash Doll!

    [Hook]
    I just came in here for the dividends
    I just came in here for the dividends
    2 commas, need a million
    3 commas, need a billion
    I just came in here for the dividends
    I just came in here for the dividends
    2 commas, need a million
    3 commas, need a billion
    Money, money, money
    Money, money, money
    If you ain’t getting money
    You ain’t getting money
    Money, money, money
    Money, money, money
    If you ain’t getting money
    Can’t get nothing from me

    [Verse 2]
    It’s Kash Doll vs Keisha, hoe
    The flow hot but some people say that Keisha cold
    I just came here for the motherfucking piece of dough
    I want the greens like the motherfucking reefa smoke
    Designer bitch, double C’s on my low low
    Chanel bag, I’m in love with that Coco
    Chocolate bitch, he in love with that cocoa
    I make it bounce, he in love with the pogo
    I’m just saying that my diamonds be Rosetta Stone
    Foreign shit, need a passport to get ’em home
    Roof disappear, and now the top gone
    I need some motherfucking butter on my popcorn
    Get it right!

    [Hook]
    I just came in here for the dividends
    I just came in here for the dividends
    2 commas, need a million
    3 commas, need a billion
    I just came in here for the dividends
    I just came in here for the dividends
    2 commas, need a million
    3 commas, need a billion
    Money, money, money
    Money, money, money
    If you ain’t getting money
    You ain’t getting money
    Money, money, money
    Money, money, money
    If you ain’t getting money
    Can’t get nothing from me


  • Meek Mill – Issues

    [Verse 1]
    Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
    Nigga icy like it’s hockey, and I’m playin’ with them sticks
    He don’t like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
    Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw ’em back and he got hit
    Brrrt, brrrt
    Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
    Fuckin’ famous bitches in my trap house
    My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
    The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
    What you doin’? Gettin’ paid, young nigga
    How you in the mob? ‘Cause I’m made, young nigga
    Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
    And if I point ’em out, better spray them niggas, bop!
    I’m a bad influence (bad influence, yo)
    Talkin’ money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
    Paid a couple mil’ then went boom (went boom)
    I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (woo, amen, amen, amen)
    Yeah I knew it, hatin’ on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
    Come down to that check, I’m like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
    Boy I must be poppin’, they keep poppin’ up with rumors (poppin’)
    Where and who I’m poppin’, what I’m coppin’, who I’m screwin’ (who I’m screwin’)
    What you doin’? Wait a minute, gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)
    She said, "Meek you know my worth and what’s his name" (what’s his name)
    Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
    Don’t you ever bring that fuckboy up again

    [Chorus]
    Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
    I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
    Young rich nigga so official
    Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
    Bunch of bad broads on the menu
    Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
    Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
    When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

    [Verse 2]
    Hangin’ by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
    Pretty hoe, deep throat ’til she choke (ooh)
    Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
    Niggas tryna run my way, let ’em float (let ’em die)
    Put my young bull on the chain ’cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
    Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
    I can’t ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you)
    Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
    Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
    I just made like 20 M’s, they say it’s an L (what?)
    Niggas prayin’ that I fall and I wish ’em well
    Bitch you crazy, I’m too wavy, I’m like Biggavel’

    [Chorus]
    Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
    I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
    Young rich nigga so official
    Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
    Bunch of bad broads on the menu
    Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
    Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
    When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

    [Bridge]
    Hit ’em with finesse, kill ’em with success
    Nigga lookin’ broke, give them niggas stress (broke)
    Don’t do some shit you know that you gon’ regret
    Reachin’ for my neck, that’ll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)

    [Chorus]
    Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
    I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
    Young rich nigga so official
    Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
    Bunch of bad broads on the menu
    Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
    Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
    When it’s time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)