Pillsbury Dlow Lyrics – BossMan Dlow

[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
(Steve made this motherfu*ker here)
(Lako)
(Uno, you the GOAT)
Yeah, Big Za

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fu*k me like you miss me, yeah
I’m sorry, that’s your girl, but she coming with me (Come here, bae)
I say, “Bae, this your world,” I call her lil’ Disney, yeah
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough

Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it’s Thursday (Thursday)
Who pu*sy this is, baby? She say, “Oh, it’s yours, bae” (Yours, bae)

[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
Soon as they gave me the ball, I dunked like I’m Ja Morant
Security kicked me out the mall, I left dog s*it in Saks (Saks)
Come get you a rich n!gga, bae, stop fu*king with them lames (Lames)
I could be at an arcade, baby, I still don’t play no game (No game)
I walked in the mall with thirty, fu*ked around and ran through it (Ran through it)
I put on for the streets, pretty b!tches love trap music, yeah
Two hundred in the Gucci bag, fifty in a fanny pack, yeah
Two hundred on the dash, I’m driving like a maniac
Huh, twenty-four hour trap, we stay open, boy (We stay open, boy)
Huh, I ride nothing but strikers like I’m bowling, boy
Can’t none of them boys stop me, we the ones gon’ pop it (Gon’ pop it)
I need mine ASAP, chain hitting like Rocky

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fu*k me like you miss me, yeah
I’m sorry, that’s your girl, but she coming with me (Come here, bae)
I say, “Bae, this your world,” I call her lil’ Disney, yeah
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow

Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it’s Thursday (Thursday)
Who pu*sy this is, baby? She say, “Oh, it’s yours, bae” (Yours, bae)

[Verse 2: Ice Spice]
Bad as fu*k, I serve face (Like), bougie like my wordplay (Grrah)
Thought I was a good girl, then did his ass the worst way (Grrah)
Saying you don’t like rich n!ggas tricking, that’s a poor take (Mm)
Think you can afford me? I’m like, “Are you sure, bae?” (Mm)
He just let his money talk (Grrah)
Cold as fu*k, I give him chills, I like hundred dollar bills (Grrah)
Real right and I’m built nice (Damn), got him in his feels
Sitting pretty in his Hellcat, he let me grip the wheel (Grrah)
Up and down his algorithm, yeah, every pic I post is pain, yeah
I put that on that s*it for real (Grrah), broke hoes don’t even know the name (Like)
Carti’ frames, they throwing shade, see me and get blown away (Grrah)
Keep it cute, just like when I post, he don’t got no complaints

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fu*k me like you miss me, yeah
I’m sorry, that’s your girl, but she coming with me (Come here, bae)
I say, “Bae, this your world,” I call her lil’ Disney, yeah
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it’s Thursday (Thursday)
Who pu*sy this is, baby? She say, “Oh, it’s yours, bae” (Yours, bae)