Meek Mill - Dope Dealer lyrics

There's three types of n******gs in life That's right n******gs that make it happen n******gs that watch it happen And n******gs that don't even know what the f** is going on Choose one I got all these bad b**hes t**n Waves on swim, sh** surfin I don't wanna y'all n******gs 'round me Broke n******gs make me nervous There's three types of n******gs in life That's right n******gs that make it happen n******gs that watch it happen And n******gs that don't even know what the f** is going on Choose one sponsored links I got all these bad b**hes t**n Waves on swim, sh** surfin I don't wanna y'all n******gs 'round me Broke n******gs make me nervous She said she want that paper Pop p**y like she workin' Damn, a n******g finally famous Rari by the I'm swervin f** rap I might sell swag She want me cause she know i got that Chanel tag She f** me and she gone get that Chanel swag Her boyfriend like where you get that Chanel bag 55 hundo, pop green, and I ball like Rondo Catch me, North-South, with a dime ho Turnt up, but I'm like keep calm ho I go, make a million here, million there All of my n******gs, we really in here Got a bad b**h and she straight from the hood But she look like a foreign, brazilian hair And I'm grabbin her remi I bust like a semi yo b**h I get your girl pregnant You hatin' all on me, you sick I ride in my hood in a Bently like it's a Crown Vic These b**hes is choosin you n******gs is losin We rich whatchu expect? Wanna f** with a dope dealer? Or keep f**in' them broke n******gs? And I don't f** with you ho n******gs Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson that's dope, n******g I got all these dope dealers serving Cut the work up, they surgeons I don't want y'all b**hes 'round me Whack b**hes make me curve'em Imported rug that's Persian One wheel up and we swervin Wetter than a lake that's Ricki Pop p**y like she Nicki She want me cause she see me in that Aventador Pull up on the curb so crazy I done bent the door Bad b**h wanna borrow it, I lent it to her Make her bust that p**y up in Singapore 30 million though Forbes list Out in Philly in a condo, boss sh** Now they call me Young Oprah Harpo In the pool rockin' polo, Marco Millionaires never do leers No, they can't see me, they're never my peers Fruits of my labor, go get me my pears, Cause you're outta your element I am your fear So go get off my testicle Pardon my decimal, b**h! Check up my resumé I'm upper echelon rich Them bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we sick My clothing line is out in them stores and I'm sipping the mix There's three types of n******gs in life That's right n******gs that make it happen n******gs that watch it happen And n******gs that don't even know what the f** is going on Choose one DC, Double M Mastermind Say my name and b**h i gotta grant your wish (BOSS!) 50 minions, 30 K You better drop that brick Philly brothers, sometimes they call me ah I pray to God, every day I drop my top Humble man with and the lord me I'm the sh**, coming down Broad Street Flamboyant dough boy talkin' Al Capone From Monte Carlo to Los Muchachos On the corner pack my jaws These n******gs don't want nothing You wanna f** with a dope dealer Or keep f**ing with broke n******gs I sneek a dealer like Ay AY We drink BelAir like Saint Ice There's three types of n******gs in life That's right n******gs that make it happen n******gs that watch it happen And n******gs that don't even know what the f** is going on Choose one