Chase N Cashe - Dope Dealer lyrics

(Intro) CNC Heir Waves F A T E Welcome to the motherf**in Midwest Commission in this b**h All work mo pay dot com (Hook1 x2) You would think I was a dope dealer How my name hold weight when I roam state to state But just label me a dope n***a Getting dollars over p**y every day, what you know n***a? (Hook2 x2) I ain’t with the bullsh**, just with the business Tell you 2 times if you didn’t hear it I ain’t with the bullsh**, just with the business sponsored links If you bout that money like me maybe we can get it (Verse) Young black man, life long, missin it Be one of the best but I strive to do it different And f** the expectations, I was told expect that hatred n***as gon talk about you, that don’t mean that you can’t make it Women gon pillow talk, that don’t mean you gotta listen My plan is to stay at the top, not plan to visit I done did so much in my life, I can list it Been around the world and back and the trip made me exquisite If you talkin sh**, whisper we gon get you n***a New Jack City approach, we’ll strip a n***a Broad day, pad you down at a picnic n***a Punch out any clown that we think is snitchin n***as ain’t worth bullets but they get the gift of stitches Former rap office, actin wild and sh** Get adopted, now you think you got style and sh** Got left abandoned with the sharks by the big homie Once and twice over now you lookin real lonely New n***as to the spot that you never had Your records never in the club, man yo sh** is bad b**hes don’t never play your sh** ‘cause your sh** is trash You used to be the man in the duo but it didn’t last And now you wanna take shots, man this sh** is sad Once a fan now we talkin to you like a dad Once a fan of you, now I’m changing my ways n***as never did it full, man I’m blaming their ways Rapping bout the same old sh** but it just don’t feel the same Guess that’s cuz he know he couldn’t get high with a new cut New fame, new place, so he just crew jump My blessings get delayed, maybe I don’t pray enough Bills coming my way, I’m just hoping I make enough Down on my money but ain’t down on my luck And n***as got their hatred up but I don’t give a f** My family facing time for his freedom, yea we gave that paper up Lawyer fees and time serves, I’m feeling like he paid enough Tryna hold on to my mind, dealing with crazy stuff And asking God for some time, praying he gave enough They never care bout what you say until opinions sway I guess that’s why these n***as interview me every day My way was to rap fix, it’s like I’m dealing with the yay Tell the n***as keep it trill from NO out the bay Ain’t no limits around, going you pivot every day s** on that old sh**, that we ain’t living anyway Hustling and legal a corporate, I could get it anyway Go to war for my dogs, any place, any day International, rich flare, that heir swagger I don’t know Dapper Dam but I know Mick Jagger My pa**port got me trippin like the triple stat Bon voyage, I’m full away like Nickelback If you owe me money I need double what I lend you back Short of stack? See the n***a nut like it’s pencil crap (Hook1 x2) You would think I was a dope dealer How my name hold weight when I roam state to state But just label me a dope n***a Getting dollars over p**y every day, what you know n***a?