[Intro: The-Dream & Fabolous]
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
A n***a need her in his arms, I call them dope b**hes
One thousand Instagrams, that girl takes some dope pictures
Yeah, they with us, let them through the rope b**hes
There's girls you say yes to and then there's no b**hes
You looked blessed, word to the pope's picture
Clean as a bar of soap, them hoes is soap dishes
Uh, that mean they under you
You know I'm getting bread, no wonder you
Walked up looking wonderful
Dressed like you had something to do
But, you ain't doing sh**, and these n***as ain't nothing to do
Why don't we just disappear? That'd be dope, Blue Magic
If this was back in the Bird era, I'd probably be pa**ing them like Magic
Mami dame azucar, I feel like Frank Lucas
Except I'm further uptown, in the Heights smoking hookah
He spit crack, to her that's dope
Put that H on my belt cause that Hermes dope, (I got a)
[Hook] (x16)
A dope b**h, (I got a)
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Tap her on her arm, try, once you pa**
You want a scoop, you light the spoon
And set a fire to your a**
She from down south, but I shoot her up here
Hit her on the steps, never made it upstairs
Owww, keep making it rain
She know she a dope b**h, she just take it in vain
She family, her watch cost a Camry
Your n***a so thirsty, I let her push the Lambi
Uh, let them see the Audemars, babe
You deserve a strip in Baltimore, babe
Long black hair, blonde at the edges
Heels with kicks, f** it, Giuseppe wedges
She hair in a bun pretty, even when it's messy
Know how to rock the strapless, if it's kinda dressy
Her curly hair looks sh** on Polamalu
She think like a man, drink out the bottle
Dope b**h (I got a)
[Hook] (x16)
A dope b**h, (I got a)
[Outro: Fabolous]