Lately everyone be doubting me and hating on my name
They say I ain't a thug, but hell I made up the game
I be reppin' my hood since I was just a child
Selling girl scout cookies like they going outta style
I be piling up G's like 50 Cent
Going out on the town, riding round in my Benz
It never ends, my games like 10 to 0, I'm trading dough for dough
I'm looking out for my hoes, my bros
It goes on and on
I sell 'em til they're gone
Peanut butter patties 'til the break of dawn
Dough for dough
I'm trading dough for dough yo
Dough for dough
I'm trading dough for dough
Now everywhere I go I be a trendsetter
I'm a go-getting, money-betting, rule-bender
So, goodbye Chips Ahoy and Dunkaroos
No more Keebler Elves for me and you
Trade 'em in for some carmel delights
You can heat 'em up, freeze 'em up, anyway you like
If you ever need a buzz I'm the girl to tell
I'm the quick fix bakery bitch, Double L from Hell
Dough for dough
I'm trading dough for dough yo
Dough for dough
I'm trading dough for dough
No I ain't just a thug with sweet treats
I'm a girl spitting rhymes to sweet beats
No matter if I'm up in the club or I'm out on the street you can always find me, always find me singing
Dough for dough
I'm trading dough for dough yo
Dough for dough
I'm trading dough for dough
