C-Mob - Dope Boy lyrics

{hook: monty carlo} Dope boy getting dope money Dope boy getting dope boy getting dope money (x7) {verse 1: mike jones} Are you loves all right on my block? Logged her eyes so i shook the spot 24 hours i'm on my grind Nonstop to the cash route If it ain't dro, i won't smoke If she ain't bad i won't poke Who mike jones? Carlo, c-mob we grind for dough Our wood grips went a lane-to-lane No 84's and candy paint A dope parking dope money Don't care what y'all thank I said our wood grips went a lane-to-lane No 84's and candy paint A dope parking dope money Don't care what y'all thank Who mike jones? Still grinding still shining Steal peanut bu*ter off of falls with the top reclining {bridge: mike jones} I'mma boss candy gloss every time a ni**a floss 84s grilling warming broke em off i said I'mma boss candy gloss every time a ni**a floss 84s grilling warming break em off i said I'mma boss candy gloss every time a ni**a floss 84s grilling warming break em yeah cause i'mma {hook: monty carlo} Dope boy getting dope money Dope boy getting dope boy getting dope money (x7) {verse 2: monty carlo} Excuse me hater Now watch me go Don't talk to me if we ain't talking dough My music high just like yo hoe She don't sing but for me she blow Roll some mo ni**a hit control It's carlo if you didn't know Fly boy my eyes low Riding a beat like them 84s Indiana to texas Ice age connection Good head to sleep on Good weed for breakfast We gon need some medics This so sick, no sh*t Shawty say i'm too dope, hit her off with that dope dick Money keep on calling Grinding but i ain't falling Shawty ass keep bouncing, my money keep on falling In a full speed i'm john wall Drop it off like chris paul Throw it west side like ally-oop On to pay for like eye draw Look for me when it's nightfall Pretty sure i'll be lit Boy i'mma know i'mma be rich, like i just caught free bricks Not to say that i did it, but you can say i spit it Epidemic i don't hook you, i admit it with these lyrics i'm the dope boy {hook: monty carlo} Dope boy getting dope money Dope boy getting dope boy getting dope money (x7) {verse 3: c-mob} Lyrically i'm cocaine In the booth i'm spitting out crumbs You try to recite my lyrics, it'll be leaving your mouth numb There's never a drought son Leaving the haters like how come Get in the way of my grip and i got some sh*t that you cannot outrun The south done made a connect with the midwest now we all been blessed And it sparks yo interest Better invest in a vest make it flesh and then test If you really want beef with me, but all of the hate it just ceasts to be I'm flipping my music just like it was dope and i'm stacking my paper so easily Seizing the moments opponents start slipping i've been flipping music like chickens in the kitchen whipping Making money my mission I am the coca, the beats the baking soda And pro tools is the pyrex we're taking over My engineer's the water He gets it mixed together I'm hot as hell and cold as ice I'll rock this sh*t forever My flow is a crack equivalent, you will be higher than angel dust C-mob, monty carlo, and who? (mike jones) And they label us {hook: monty carlo} Dope boy getting dope money Dope boy getting dope boy getting dope money (x7)