Roc N Mayne - Dope Boy lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] (Cuff your chick) You heard that They call me Meek Milly aka Mr. Philadelphia And as my n***a Big Re would say If you don't like it k** your f**ing self n***a [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I got my first eight ball and I went bananas Cause I started flipping like them little mini cameras Turned that to a quarter turned a quarter into a half Somebody tell them n***as with them bricks up on their a** First time I seen them whip it was my n***a Smooch When I was broke he used to tell me go and get the loot n***as ain't riding they p**y cause they pick and choose Hit you in your head you go in shock just like you're Pikachu I see you chasing around them b**hes trying to fit the [?] That's why I'm at the dealer now trying to pick the coupe Cause y'all was at the club and I was at the trap sh** I was patient wasn't rushing like no running back sh** I was waiting cause I had that money coming back Put them youngins out there with that work and they was running back Ya I'm like what you know about it Ask them n***as about me in my hood they know I'm about it I got it Selling anything to make a profit Hustle like a muhf**ing n***a in the projects Money on my mind and my muhf**ing conscience Cause I'm going to get it n***a tell me if you with it n***a [Hook: Meek Mill] (x2) I'm a dope boy I do dope boy sh** All these karats in my bezel that's a dope boy wrist I can turn a one into a two that's my dope boy trick See that bad b**h standing there that's my dope boy b**h [Verse 2: Mel Love] Six on your head shot All these n***as sleeping on me about to get their bed rocked All these n***as creeping on me about to get your egg shot Gun his a** down and his a** until his head pop Compact [?] with a ladder and a red dot Slide up on them n***as ask them n***as what their bread bout n***a where that bread at Make them n***as cash out Soon as them n***as pa** off we back off and stamp out I mean I be on a cash route Get it on a fast route Get it then we mash out Ask me what my past bout Big twenties the pa** out f**ing with them b**hes tipped them brought my whole stash out I hit my nect up he be like what now I be like six points he be like touch down We head hunting you should duck down Or get bucked down when we bust around [Hook: Meek Mill] (x2) [Verse 3: Mike Tucker] Well I'm the dope boy Wearing Gucci and that Louie boy Money up to here but unemployed Still selling them squares so my pockets getting bigger "Are you really that n***a that count it?" Yea I'm that n***a I got it if you show it I don't care whoever know it See my b**h all in the mall and its my money she be blowing While I back up at the spot got an order for a block Got to get that sh** together cause the money never stop Got the [?] in handy and I'm about to take a point He won't even know what's missing I'm the man up in the kitchen And I got these n***as fishing got their [?] all in they hands But I got to hit the store cause I need another can Now I'm in Home Depot about to cop some acetone And I ain't removing paint I'm about to put you on Told my cousin bring the press I'm about to make it stretch Show you how to get that money that's a dope boy at his best [Hook: Meek Mill] (x2)