Dozen by Trey Miller Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Turn it up !
Hook:
I'm bout to cook it
Preheat the oven (oh yeah)
When it comes to the money (when it comes to the money)
I get by the Dozen
I get it
I get it
I get it by the Dozen (2X)
Verse:
Funny, how the same **ggas
That I used to help
Get a little something
Now they all about themselves, but
Got my flow tight
Got my dough right
I ain't worried bout hater
Cause they out of sight
Out of mind
I'm doing mine
I'm doing fine
I never need y'all
I was on my grind
They was on my coattails
Tried to hitch a ride
They want the benefits
Without the 9-5
Y'all was playing in the streets
I was murdering these beats
You was sitting on the bench
I was tying up my cleats
Could've been a squad
Man, we could've been elite
But the grind is something that you just can't cheat
They smile in your face
Want to take your place
Pray for your defeat
Lies, deceit
I don't keep tabs man
I don't keep receipts
But you'll pay one day
And it won't be cheap
Who me ?
Nah, I won't lose no sleep
Smile on my face everytime that we meet
Lost a few **ggas
Now I'm feeling so complete
That old thing is dead
Imma let it rest in peace
Do me a favor
Don't do me no favors
Use to be my mans
Now you a hater ?
I get by the dozen
Call me the baker
Now I'm pushing drops
No tops
Different flavors, go!
Hook:
I'm bout to cook it
Preheat the oven (oh yeah)
When it comes to the money (when it comes to the money)
I get by the Dozen
I get it
I get it
I get it by the Dozen (2X)
Verse 2:
Winning over here
You a loser
All my **iggas getting mula
Couldn't measure up with a ruler
Smoking that strong Lex Luger
Killing the scene Freddy Kuger
Ya girl rubbing on me like a Buddha
Traelto de vuelta chula
I got a bad chick from Cuba
Everytime I touch down
It goes up
You the type to come through
And get no love
To get to my level
Need a ladder bit**
Trey Miller, so far from your a-ver-age
I'm on my job
They can't manage it
I'm way up
You the rest of it (Blessed)
Dozens on dozens
I got the new recipe
Stuck to the formula
Guess it was chemistry
Can I keep it real ?
Keep it trill?
A hundred ?
A bill, no Clinton
Fuck your feelings
Your thoughts your opinions
**ggas loose at the mouth
Sounding like minions
Yapping and flapping
Won't make you no millions
Look what I'm building
Strong and resilient
Stuck to the mission
Stay true to my vision
Look at me now
Money stacked to the ceiling
Oh what a feeling!
Hook:
I'm bout to cook it
Preheat the oven (oh yeah)
When it comes to the money (when it comes to the money)
I get by the Dozen
I get it
I get it
I get it by the Dozen (2X)
Turn it up !
Hook:
I'm bout to cook it
Preheat the oven (oh yeah)
When it comes to the money (when it comes to the money)
I get by the Dozen
I get it
I get it
I get it by the Dozen (2X)
Verse:
Funny, how the same **ggas
That I used to help
Get a little something
Now they all about themselves, but
Got my flow tight
Got my dough right
I ain't worried bout hater
Cause they out of sight
Out of mind
I'm doing mine
I'm doing fine
I never need y'all
I was on my grind
They was on my coattails
Tried to hitch a ride
They want the benefits
Without the 9-5
Y'all was playing in the streets
I was murdering these beats
You was sitting on the bench
I was tying up my cleats
Could've been a squad
Man, we could've been elite
But the grind is something that you just can't cheat
They smile in your face
Want to take your place
Pray for your defeat
Lies, deceit
I don't keep tabs man
I don't keep receipts
But you'll pay one day
And it won't be cheap
Who me ?
Nah, I won't lose no sleep
Smile on my face everytime that we meet
Lost a few **ggas
Now I'm feeling so complete
That old thing is dead
Imma let it rest in peace
Do me a favor
Don't do me no favors
Use to be my mans
Now you a hater ?
I get by the dozen
Call me the baker
Now I'm pushing drops
No tops
Different flavors, go!
Hook:
I'm bout to cook it
Preheat the oven (oh yeah)
When it comes to the money (when it comes to the money)
I get by the Dozen
I get it
I get it
I get it by the Dozen (2X)
Verse 2:
Winning over here
You a loser
All my **iggas getting mula
Couldn't measure up with a ruler
Smoking that strong Lex Luger
Killing the scene Freddy Kuger
Ya girl rubbing on me like a Buddha
Traelto de vuelta chula
I got a bad chick from Cuba
Everytime I touch down
It goes up
You the type to come through
And get no love
To get to my level
Need a ladder bit**
Trey Miller, so far from your a-ver-age
I'm on my job
They can't manage it
I'm way up
You the rest of it (Blessed)
Dozens on dozens
I got the new recipe
Stuck to the formula
Guess it was chemistry
Can I keep it real ?
Keep it trill?
A hundred ?
A bill, no Clinton
Fuck your feelings
Your thoughts your opinions
**ggas loose at the mouth
Sounding like minions
Yapping and flapping
Won't make you no millions
Look what I'm building
Strong and resilient
Stuck to the mission
Stay true to my vision
Look at me now
Money stacked to the ceiling
Oh what a feeling!
Hook:
I'm bout to cook it
Preheat the oven (oh yeah)
When it comes to the money (when it comes to the money)
I get by the Dozen
I get it
I get it
I get it by the Dozen (2X)