Dope Boys
(专辑: Bourbon Street Secrets - 2016)
[Rick Ross:] It's some hoes that wanna come through They was with Chris Brown yesterday Meek had 'em the
day before It's all good with me, I
ain't tripping Them hoes probably fucked Snoop too, you know what I'm sayin'? [Curren$y:] Yeah, ladada Dope boys cop clean cars with the
dirty money Ladadada [Rick Ross:] All my homes spacious, all the
hoes patient All gold Daytons, on the
road to Vegas Dope boys get it, DGK fitted You just wanna finesse her, I
already hit it Fly you out to visit, flight miles only Chevrolet exquisite, dry cloth only Lighters on the
dresser, baddest bitches step up Pull off at the
car wash as I
throw the
set up Young jetsetters, Jet Life feathers All my niggas hover as the
snakes slither I
got the
eagle eye, 40-Eagle out (tell 'em) Smoke and dab with her, I
let you eat 'em out That boy still a
player, season ticket holder Niggas hating on me, I'm the
only Swisher rolling You know I
got it (Wassup nigga, Wiz wassup?! Curren$y!) I'm the
only Swisher rolling [Curren$y:] Rat racer Don Julio, no chaser Green door vapors as we count paper Thinking 'bout another way, finna light a
jay Tryna convince my brother to put them K's away He like, "uh, lil bro, no way" Them niggas play too many games in the
streets today You could be slain for pay Fucked up in years, it couldn't be 'bout scratch Some niggas really hate, they don't be flying straight I'm just watch shopping, picking out a
new date Just rich nigga problems Rich niggas got her naked on a
island, body like a
bottle Slapped her on the
bottom Box Chevy squatting The
one I
dropped her off at her house in Two Bentleys, seven low-riders and a
suspended license Hella paper I'm stacking Shit wasn't always like this Dope boys cop clean cars with the
dirty money Dope boys cop clean cars with the
dirty money Every night up and down the
block, passing right in front me Every night up and down the
block, passing right in front me Took a
toll on me, molded me as a
younging Took a
toll on me, molded me as a
younging Back against the
wall, what more could you want from me? Back against the
wall, what more could you want from me? I
gotta have it, grabbing it, stack it I
gotta see it, smoking weed keep me thinking to never sleep in Haze chiefing, lazy eye, I'll still peep it Caught it before the
car was even started I'm not a
target, I'm a
shark bitch, boss shit You will get squashed beneath my feet hoe, I'm enormous The
real don shit, you just a
dunce, done Dump blunt guts, I'm out catching stunts Moon roof, bubble top, '61, what you want Ace, paper plates, well done Paper chase, bank race, Spitta won First place, killing shit, smoking gunk Clear this face, out of space Benz coupe, model and make Some new shit they can't pronunce Haters don't know what to say But anyway Dope boys cop clean cars with the
dirty money Dope boys cop clean cars with the
dirty money Every night up and down the
block, passing right in front me Every night up and down the
block, passing right in front me Took a
toll on me, molded me as a
younging Took a
toll on me, molded me as a
younging Back against the
wall, what more could you want from me? Back against the
wall, what more could you want from me?