
Dope Dealer Meek Mill (Ft. Nicki Minaj & Rick Ross)
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[Intro: Meek Mill]
There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one...
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got all these bad bitches twerkin’
Waves on swim, shit surfin’
I don’t want y’all niggas ‘round me
Broke niggas make me nervous
Shawty said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin’
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I might sell swag
She want me ‘cause she know i got that Chanel tag
She fuck 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 niggas, we really in here
Got a bad bitch, 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 bitch (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 bitches is choosin’
You niggas is losin’
We rich
Whatchu expect? (Haah?)
There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one...
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got all these bad bitches twerkin’
Waves on swim, shit surfin’
I don’t want y’all niggas ‘round me
Broke niggas make me nervous
Shawty said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin’
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I might sell swag
She want me ‘cause she know i got that Chanel tag
She fuck 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 niggas, we really in here
Got a bad bitch, 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 bitch (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 bitches is choosin’
You niggas is losin’
We rich
Whatchu expect? (Haah?)
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