Rick Ross - Dope Dealer lyrics

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Rick Ross - Dope Dealer lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] There's three types of n***as in life n***as that make it happen n***as that watch it happen And n***as that don't even know what the f** is going on Choose one... [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I got all these bad b**hes t**n' Waves on swim, sh** surfin' I don't want y'all n***as ‘round me Broke n***as make me nervous Shawty said she want that paper Pop p**y like she workin' Damn, a n***a finally famous Rari by the Benz, I'm swervin' (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!) 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 side, 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***as, 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 (BA BA!) I get your girl pregnant You hatin' all on me, you sick (HA HA!) I ride in my hood in a Bently like it's a Crown Vic (SKR SKR!) These b**hes is choosin' You n***as is losin' We rich Whatchu expect? (Haah?) [Hook: Meek Mill] Wanna f** with a dope dealer? Or keep f**in' them broke n***as? And I don't f** with you ho n***as (NAH!) Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson That's dope, n***a! [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] 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 open 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 a Myx, b**h! [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] DC, Double M Mastermind You say my name and b**h I gotta grant your wish (BOSS!) Sticky fingers, 30 K You better drop that brick (drop that brick) Philly brothers, sometimes they call me Ock! (call me Ock!) I pray to God, everyday I drop my top (Thank you Lord!) Humble man, with me and the Lord Meek I'm the sh**, coming down Broad Street "Sal" Magluta, "Willy" Falcon Flamboyant dough boy, talkin' Al Capone (ROZAY!) From Monte Carlo to Los Muchachos My Mexicanos not talking tacos This j**elry tampered once, a n***a push that bu*ton On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these n***as don't want nothin' You wanna f** wit a dope dealer? Or keep f**in' them broke n***as? My sneaker deal like A.I.'s We drink Belaire like St. Ides [Hook]