Chinx - Dope House Remix lyrics

(Intro) Aye, n***a, if you ain't coppin' You ain't got no business around the f**in' spot f** you hangin' round the trap fo'? Bout my dope house (Pre-Hook) Booking' on the interstate I''m bailing with them bricks Cooking with the flour Hit me if you need the fish Bottom of the ninth Choppers loaded, that's the ball game p**y, you a target and I barely ever miss (Hook) f** up out my dope house x 4 (Verse 1: French Montana) Catch me in the black drop Lookin' like I'm Fritz Catch me in the back block Tweekin' like the Nix When I got a brick, flip it Then I got a crib Five cars, with it gone Like I'm playin' fo' the Knicks 3 turned to 6 I was f**in' up the commas In the drop watch the top fall back like Madonna 'Dem young boys ? work winnin' Hit the curve, I was Tyson on the roof They be playin' with 'em birds Catch me on the Interstate, 95 South Speedin' had the feed by 959 Post it on the block with the flower, need a fix Klay Thompson with the rock, don't miss (Hook) (Pre-Hook) (Hook) (Verse 2: Chinx) Either hit the block or get a 9 to 5 n***a pinch that rock or n***a won't survive Count chicken pocks, I had to block the house Nag at every b**h we want to f** and call it drought f** anotha n***a paper, gone and get yo own grip Turnt to wake up early in the mornin' on my own dick Told my young'n listen while you plan to get the whole grit You the type to pull-up to the venue with my old b**h Flocka finally made it, so ya know I bought 'em all Twelve hit the trap, shook it down wall to wall But we already skated on our way to Baltimore Muthaf** 'em all, tell 'em b**hes get the door (Pre-Hook) (Hook) (Verse 3: Jadakiss) Yeah, f** up out my dope house, where 'em n***as came from Montega Jada, where you think I got the name from? Raised round the junkies, where you think I got my game from? Soon as the love stop, that's when the pain come We ain't sellin' bundles either, we just movin' big sh** Tryna disappear with some work?! Get yo wig split You can try to find a vein or you can sniff sh** Get it on the arm then I need a lil interest Nah, you can't live with us, we don't want no visitors People call us drug dealers, I say we're distributors Haters gon' hate cuz we keep makin' 'em sick of us Keep makin' it hot, they gon' think about evictin' us Ball, n***a! (Pre-Chorus) (Hook)