[{"id":6755791,"name":"Shorty Left","trackName":"Shorty Left","artistName":"9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nThis is my life; my L-I-F-E\nI ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\nI was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D\nShe said she heard of labels but mines was indie\nWhat that mean? That mean everything all mine\nAnd the check's all good, but it's not all the time\nI'm under the impression that you get it\nBut you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\nI'mma do mine, I mean do me\nIf you need a checkup you should find an MD\nUntil then, my prescription is how to act right\nHold me down and not back, right\nSee, I was thinking about you last night\nHoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\nLet me ask you like, a few questions\nThe first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\nThis is me and you, on the grind too\nYou should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\nWhy you never satisfied? But you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nI supported dreams and everything that you wanted\nBut what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\nI know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\nRefrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\nAnd how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\nMaybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\nDon't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\nI can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\nYou a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\nAnd we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\nMe and that money take family trips to the Caymans\nOkay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\nSo I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\nIt's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\nI know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\nIf I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shorty Left\n  artist: 9th Wonder\n  album: The Solution\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  This is my life; my L-I-F-E\n  I ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\n  I was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D\n  She said she heard of labels but mines was indie\n  What that mean? That mean everything all mine\n  And the check's all good, but it's not all the time\n  I'm under the impression that you get it\n  But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\n  I'mma do mine, I mean do me\n  If you need a checkup you should find an MD\n  Until then, my prescription is how to act right\n  Hold me down and not back, right\n  See, I was thinking about you last night\n  Hoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\n  Let me ask you like, a few questions\n  The first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\n  This is me and you, on the grind too\n  You should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\n  Why you never satisfied? But you advertise\n  Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\n  But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\n  I know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\n  Refrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\n  And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\n  Maybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\n  Don't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\n  I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\n  You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\n  And we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\n  Me and that money take family trips to the Caymans\n  Okay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\n  So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\n  It's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\n  I know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\n  If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither\n"},{"id":9340814,"name":"Shorty Left","trackName":"Shorty Left","artistName":"9th Wonder & Buckshot","albumName":"The Solution","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nThis is my life; my L-I-F-E\nI ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\nI was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D\nShe said she heard of labels but mines was indie\nWhat that mean? That mean everything all mine\nAnd the check's all good, but it's not all the time\nI'm under the impression that you get it\nBut you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\nI'mma do mine, I mean do me\nIf you need a checkup you should find an MD\nUntil then, my prescription is how to act right\nHold me down and not back, right\nSee, I was thinking about you last night\nHoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\nLet me ask you like, a few questions\nThe first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\nThis is me and you, on the grind too\nYou should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\nWhy you never satisfied? But you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nI supported dreams and everything that you wanted\nBut what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\nI know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\nRefrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\nAnd how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\nMaybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\nDon't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\nI can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\nYou a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\nAnd we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\nMe and that money take family trips to the Caymans\nOkay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\nSo I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\nIt's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\nI know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\nIf I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shorty Left\n  artist: 9th Wonder & Buckshot\n  album: The Solution\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  This is my life; my L-I-F-E\n  I ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\n  I was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D\n  She said she heard of labels but mines was indie\n  What that mean? That mean everything all mine\n  And the check's all good, but it's not all the time\n  I'm under the impression that you get it\n  But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\n  I'mma do mine, I mean do me\n  If you need a checkup you should find an MD\n  Until then, my prescription is how to act right\n  Hold me down and not back, right\n  See, I was thinking about you last night\n  Hoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\n  Let me ask you like, a few questions\n  The first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\n  This is me and you, on the grind too\n  You should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\n  Why you never satisfied? But you advertise\n  Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\n  But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\n  I know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\n  Refrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\n  And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\n  Maybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\n  Don't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\n  I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\n  You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\n  And we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\n  Me and that money take family trips to the Caymans\n  Okay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\n  So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\n  It's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\n  I know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\n  If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither\n"},{"id":6755790,"name":"Shorty Left","trackName":"Shorty Left","artistName":"9th Wonder feat. Buckshot & Rapsody","albumName":"The Solution","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nThis is my life; my L-I-F-E\nI ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\nI was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D\nShe said she heard of labels but mines was indie\nWhat that mean? That mean everything all mine\nAnd the check's all good, but it's not all the time\nI'm under the impression that you get it\nBut you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\nI'mma do mine, I mean do me\nIf you need a checkup you should find an MD\nUntil then, my prescription is how to act right\nHold me down and not back, right\nSee, I was thinking about you last night\nHoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\nLet me ask you like, a few questions\nThe first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\nThis is me and you, on the grind too\nYou should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\nWhy you never satisfied? But you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nI supported dreams and everything that you wanted\nBut what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\nI know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\nRefrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\nAnd how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\nMaybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\nDon't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\nI can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\nYou a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\nAnd we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\nMe and that money take family trips to the Caymans\nOkay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\nSo I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\nIt's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\nI know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\nIf I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shorty Left\n  artist: 9th Wonder feat. Buckshot & Rapsody\n  album: The Solution\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  This is my life; my L-I-F-E\n  I ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\n  I was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D\n  She said she heard of labels but mines was indie\n  What that mean? That mean everything all mine\n  And the check's all good, but it's not all the time\n  I'm under the impression that you get it\n  But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\n  I'mma do mine, I mean do me\n  If you need a checkup you should find an MD\n  Until then, my prescription is how to act right\n  Hold me down and not back, right\n  See, I was thinking about you last night\n  Hoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\n  Let me ask you like, a few questions\n  The first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\n  This is me and you, on the grind too\n  You should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\n  Why you never satisfied? But you advertise\n  Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\n  But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\n  I know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\n  Refrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\n  And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\n  Maybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\n  Don't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\n  I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\n  You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\n  And we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\n  Me and that money take family trips to the Caymans\n  Okay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\n  So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\n  It's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\n  I know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\n  If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither\n"},{"id":10252759,"name":"Shorty Left","trackName":"Shorty Left","artistName":"9th Wonder & Buckshot feat. Rapsody","albumName":"The Solution","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nThis is my life; my L-I-F-E\nI ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\nI was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D\nShe said she heard of labels but mines was indie\nWhat that mean? That mean everything all mine\nAnd the check's all good, but it's not all the time\nI'm under the impression that you get it\nBut you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\nI'mma do mine, I mean do me\nIf you need a checkup you should find an MD\nUntil then, my prescription is how to act right\nHold me down and not back, right\nSee, I was thinking about you last night\nHoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\nLet me ask you like, a few questions\nThe first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\nThis is me and you, on the grind too\nYou should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\nWhy you never satisfied? But you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nI supported dreams and everything that you wanted\nBut what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\nI know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\nRefrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\nAnd how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\nMaybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\nDon't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\nI can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\nYou a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\nAnd we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\nMe and that money take family trips to the Caymans\nOkay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\nSo I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\nIt's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\nI know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\nIf I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shorty Left\n  artist: 9th Wonder & Buckshot feat. Rapsody\n  album: The Solution\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  This is my life; my L-I-F-E\n  I ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\n  I was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D\n  She said she heard of labels but mines was indie\n  What that mean? That mean everything all mine\n  And the check's all good, but it's not all the time\n  I'm under the impression that you get it\n  But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\n  I'mma do mine, I mean do me\n  If you need a checkup you should find an MD\n  Until then, my prescription is how to act right\n  Hold me down and not back, right\n  See, I was thinking about you last night\n  Hoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\n  Let me ask you like, a few questions\n  The first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\n  This is me and you, on the grind too\n  You should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\n  Why you never satisfied? But you advertise\n  Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\n  But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\n  I know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\n  Refrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\n  And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\n  Maybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\n  Don't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\n  I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\n  You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\n  And we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\n  Me and that money take family trips to the Caymans\n  Okay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\n  So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\n  It's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\n  I know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\n  If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither\n"},{"id":32854411,"name":"Shorty Left (Feat. Rapsody)","trackName":"Shorty Left (Feat. Rapsody)","artistName":"9th Wonder & Buckshot","albumName":"The Solution","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nListen to me baby\nYou know I be on that, you know, on that, that get guap shit\nBut listen, boo boo\nThis is my life, my L-I-F-E\nI ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\nI was on my grind, G-R-I-N-D\nShe said she heard of labels, but mines was indie\nWhat that mean?\nThat mean everything all mine\nAnd the checks all good, but it's not all the time\nI'm under the impression that you get it\nBut you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\nI'ma do mine, I mean do me\nIf you need a check up, you should find a MD\nUntil then, my prescription is how to act right\nHold me down and not back right\nSee I was thinking 'bout you last night\nHoping that you see the real, no flashlight\nLet me ask you like, a few questions\nThe first one is why the hell do you stress\nAnd the second where the checks went\nThis is me and you, on the grind too\nYou should have my son (why?)\nSo he can shine too\n\nYeah, oh, I'm loud enough\nListen\n\nWhy you never satisfied, but you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nYo, I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\nBut what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\nI know your grind keep the lights on, the roof over us\nRefrigerators full, but I wanna drive a new Rover\nAnd how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\nMaybe you should think of going major\n'Cause these indie Gs don't keep me pleased\nIn the latest fashions from Fendi\nI can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\nYou a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\nAnd we living comfortable, but I want you to be famous\nMillionaire money, take family trips to the Caymans\nOk man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\nSo I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\nIt's me or the music, go major extend your Visas\nI know you happy, but for real I think you better please us\nIf I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither, like\n\nWhy you never satisfied, but you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shorty Left (Feat. Rapsody)\n  artist: 9th Wonder & Buckshot\n  album: The Solution\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  Listen to me baby\n  You know I be on that, you know, on that, that get guap shit\n  But listen, boo boo\n  This is my life, my L-I-F-E\n  I ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\n  I was on my grind, G-R-I-N-D\n  She said she heard of labels, but mines was indie\n  What that mean?\n  That mean everything all mine\n  And the checks all good, but it's not all the time\n  I'm under the impression that you get it\n  But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\n  I'ma do mine, I mean do me\n  If you need a check up, you should find a MD\n  Until then, my prescription is how to act right\n  Hold me down and not back right\n  See I was thinking 'bout you last night\n  Hoping that you see the real, no flashlight\n  Let me ask you like, a few questions\n  The first one is why the hell do you stress\n  And the second where the checks went\n  This is me and you, on the grind too\n  You should have my son (why?)\n  So he can shine too\n\n  Yeah, oh, I'm loud enough\n  Listen\n\n  Why you never satisfied, but you advertise\n  Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  Yo, I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\n  But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\n  I know your grind keep the lights on, the roof over us\n  Refrigerators full, but I wanna drive a new Rover\n  And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\n  Maybe you should think of going major\n  'Cause these indie Gs don't keep me pleased\n  In the latest fashions from Fendi\n  I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\n  You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\n  And we living comfortable, but I want you to be famous\n  Millionaire money, take family trips to the Caymans\n  Ok man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\n  So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\n  It's me or the music, go major extend your Visas\n  I know you happy, but for real I think you better please us\n  If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither, like\n\n  Why you never satisfied, but you advertise\n  Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n"},{"id":32688959,"name":"Shorty Left  Ft. Rapsody","trackName":"Shorty Left  Ft. Rapsody","artistName":"9th Wonder & Buckshot","albumName":"The Solution","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nListen to me baby\nYou know I be on that, you know, on that, that get guap shit\nBut listen, boo boo\nThis is my life, my L-I-F-E\nI ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\nI was on my grind, G-R-I-N-D\nShe said she heard of labels, but mines was indie\nWhat that mean?\nThat mean everything all mine\nAnd the checks all good, but it's not all the time\nI'm under the impression that you get it\nBut you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\nI'ma do mine, I mean do me\nIf you need a check up, you should find a MD\nUntil then, my prescription is how to act right\nHold me down and not back right\nSee I was thinking 'bout you last night\nHoping that you see the real, no flashlight\nLet me ask you like, a few questions\nThe first one is why the hell do you stress\nAnd the second where the checks went\nThis is me and you, on the grind too\nYou should have my son (why?)\nSo he can shine too\n\nYeah, oh, I'm loud enough\nListen\n\nWhy you never satisfied, but you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nYo, I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\nBut what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\nI know your grind keep the lights on, the roof over us\nRefrigerators full, but I wanna drive a new Rover\nAnd how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\nMaybe you should think of going major\n'Cause these indie Gs don't keep me pleased\nIn the latest fashions from Fendi\nI can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\nYou a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\nAnd we living comfortable, but I want you to be famous\nMillionaire money, take family trips to the Caymans\nOk man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\nSo I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\nIt's me or the music, go major extend your Visas\nI know you happy, but for real I think you better please us\nIf I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither, like\n\nWhy you never satisfied, but you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shorty Left  Ft. Rapsody\n  artist: 9th Wonder & Buckshot\n  album: The Solution\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  Listen to me baby\n  You know I be on that, you know, on that, that get guap shit\n  But listen, boo boo\n  This is my life, my L-I-F-E\n  I ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\n  I was on my grind, G-R-I-N-D\n  She said she heard of labels, but mines was indie\n  What that mean?\n  That mean everything all mine\n  And the checks all good, but it's not all the time\n  I'm under the impression that you get it\n  But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\n  I'ma do mine, I mean do me\n  If you need a check up, you should find a MD\n  Until then, my prescription is how to act right\n  Hold me down and not back right\n  See I was thinking 'bout you last night\n  Hoping that you see the real, no flashlight\n  Let me ask you like, a few questions\n  The first one is why the hell do you stress\n  And the second where the checks went\n  This is me and you, on the grind too\n  You should have my son (why?)\n  So he can shine too\n\n  Yeah, oh, I'm loud enough\n  Listen\n\n  Why you never satisfied, but you advertise\n  Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n  Yo, I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\n  But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\n  I know your grind keep the lights on, the roof over us\n  Refrigerators full, but I wanna drive a new Rover\n  And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\n  Maybe you should think of going major\n  'Cause these indie Gs don't keep me pleased\n  In the latest fashions from Fendi\n  I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\n  You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\n  And we living comfortable, but I want you to be famous\n  Millionaire money, take family trips to the Caymans\n  Ok man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\n  So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\n  It's me or the music, go major extend your Visas\n  I know you happy, but for real I think you better please us\n  If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither, like\n\n  Why you never satisfied, but you advertise\n  Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n  Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n  I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n"}]