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Doctor Video (MV)




Performed By: Richh2x
Length: 1:51
Written by: D. Williams




Richh2x - Doctor Lyrics
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Uh, Two times nigga
Yeah, Aye
Mo money mo stress I collect all pros
When you get it out the mud you dont owe one soul
Had them zips in the couch, and i got em all sold
Me and my money just alike, shit we both cant fold uh
If its any static den its f*ck em
I wouldn't even front him if I really didn't trust him
I just want the money ion care who the muscle
I aint wanna be a doctor sad to say i had to hustle
F*ck getting in my bag im tryna hop out a foreign
Shit im like A why you with me if im boring
Bro shooting im shooting
Steph and Klay we both scoring
You can get the bows for 23 now call em jordans
They know you by yo Instagram bitch you really not important
I aint even tryna f*ck suck me up while I record it
Niggas bitches acting tough those the ones who be informing
Back got stabbed so many times when it happen it feel normal
You flashing shoe money got that in my nike joggers
I was in the hallways when I should've been a scholar
Man i grew up too fast i aint even have a father
Clothes smelling like loud had a quarter in my locker
I put that bag first i cant put nothing above it
Man this shit like clockwork but to me it ain't nothing
Im doing what these rappers saying but to me it ain't nothing
Still married to the money so a bitch i aint cuffing
Mo money mo stress I collect all pros
When you get it out the mud you dont owe one soul
Had them zips in the couch, and i got em all sold
Me and my money just alike, shit we both cant fold uh
If its any static den its f*ck em
I wouldn't even front him if I really didn't trust him
I just want the money ion care who the muscle
I aint wanna be a doctor sad to say i had to hustle
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Uh, Two times nigga
Yeah, Aye
Mo money mo stress I collect all pros
When you get it out the mud you dont owe one soul
Had them zips in the couch, and i got em all sold
Me and my money just alike, shit we both cant fold uh
If its any static den its f*ck em
I wouldn't even front him if I really didn't trust him
I just want the money ion care who the muscle
I aint wanna be a doctor sad to say i had to hustle
F*ck getting in my bag im tryna hop out a foreign
Shit im like A why you with me if im boring
Bro shooting im shooting
Steph and Klay we both scoring
You can get the bows for 23 now call em jordans
They know you by yo Instagram bitch you really not important
I aint even tryna f*ck suck me up while I record it
Niggas bitches acting tough those the ones who be informing
Back got stabbed so many times when it happen it feel normal
You flashing shoe money got that in my nike joggers
I was in the hallways when I should've been a scholar
Man i grew up too fast i aint even have a father
Clothes smelling like loud had a quarter in my locker
I put that bag first i cant put nothing above it
Man this shit like clockwork but to me it ain't nothing
Im doing what these rappers saying but to me it ain't nothing
Still married to the money so a bitch i aint cuffing
Mo money mo stress I collect all pros
When you get it out the mud you dont owe one soul
Had them zips in the couch, and i got em all sold
Me and my money just alike, shit we both cant fold uh
If its any static den its f*ck em
I wouldn't even front him if I really didn't trust him
I just want the money ion care who the muscle
I aint wanna be a doctor sad to say i had to hustle
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Writer: D. Williams
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