Rick Ross - Drug Dealers Dream lyrics

[Intro] Please hold while I locate your information. Your checking account available balance is $92,153,183.28. This reflects the most current information available on your account [Rick Ross] This on everything I love I done came too far to look back Lord protect my soul, you heard me? Check [Verse 1] Mighty Muhammad, son of Osama Son of a b**h, one time for my momma Tats on my back, tats on my face b**h I'm a don, can you relate? It's never too late, my n***as, relate Never would say, my n***as is saints Know I'm a sinner, God give me my sentence Labelled a hustler, look at my Benz One time for Black, n***a, one time for Nut, n***a One time for Gucci, n***a, one time for Cano, n***a One time for Bizzle, n***a, these my realest n***as One time for Trav, n***a, and all them dope dealers [Hook] Murder, a mothaf**in' murder No you didn't see it but I know you b**hes heard it Blood on the corner, damn I miss my dawg I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin' [Verse 2] Is this a drug dealers dream? Cause all I ever see is n***as dyin' from disease Mansion on the water, home in the hills Let the Fed tell it, it really isn't his Photograph our endeavors, plottin' potential set-ups See me as a promotion, tax charges, etcetera Confiscated the whips, concentratin' on flips Contemplatin' the trip, congregatin' for bricks Lord knows I'm a sinner, it was cold in the winter Eatin' out of the trash, sh** would make you a k**er Lord forgive these b**hes, gettin' their money strippin' Chasin' this fast money, next time we'll do it different Shoutout to KOD, shoutout to Onyx Shoutout to MMG, cause we the hottest [Hook] [Verse 3] Aggravated with hoes, distracted all of my foes n***as want to be friends, we just takin' control n***a vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance Barely fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance I seen a rich n***a go to jail He put Wi Fi in his cell Middle of the night, my n***a wanna Skype I just count money for him, that sh** just get him hype They say it's hard to smile with a double life In the middle of the night with a bloody knife Lord give him a chance, every man should be free He wanted him a degree but got him a ki Open that door, just hopin' for more They gave him a bond, I gave him a Porsche I gave him a name, I gave him a shot I gave him the game, I gave him a block Smokin' on that gas, I be thinkin' too fast Drug dealer's dream, now let's count this cash Dope boy tatted on my neck A real dope boy, I never write a check [Hook]