[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]