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Leo Lean & Microwave Rollie

Dopeman

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Dopeman è stato pubblicato il 16 dicembre 2017 da Greedy Money World come parte dell'album Tha Brown & Gold Album

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumTha Brown & Gold Album

Data di uscita16 dicembre 2017

EtichettaGreedy Money World

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM72

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Leo Lean

Performer

Z-Ro

Performer

Mike D

Performer

Lucky Luciano

Performer

Microwave Rollie

Microwave Rollie

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Leo Lean

Songwriter

Z-Ro

Songwriter

Mike D

Songwriter

Lucky Luciano

Songwriter

Microwave Rollie

Microwave Rollie

Songwriter

Testi

Ooh, Frank Cash

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah (Uhh)

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't lookin' for the ladies, I'm lookin' to hit a lick

I ain't thinkin' strip club, I'm just thinkin' flip a brick

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't fuckin' with no twenties or no dimes or no nicks

I'm servin' the ones that serve the ones that serve in this bitch

I'm a hustler, baller, servin' **** bricks

Pull a smooth trick and yank a nina out the brick

Talkin' free seven thou', watch that money pile

Ask them haters, "How you doin'?" How the fuck you like me now?

D-Town love me, Greedy Grove love me

My jefe cross the border, man, they keep that order comin'

Thirty piece in the kitchen got me re-wrapped silly

I don't push a Maybach but I counted a Meek Milly

Fishscale dizzy, money machine hummin'

Stayed up all night, finger fuckin' a cool hundred

Too savvy with mi migos, that mean I know the lingo

Big wheels touch down, and them runners holler, "Bingo"

Hog on that road, get money in four states

Sell it to you soft, whip it or go straight

Presidential on the Rollie, flooded it off shakes

Flakes in the cake, got lakes on these steaks, and I

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't lookin' for the ladies, I'm lookin' to hit a lick

I ain't thinkin' strip club, I'm just thinkin' flip a brick

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't fuckin' with no twenties or no dimes or no nicks

I'm servin' the ones that serve the ones that serve in this bitch

Uhh

They think they ballin' 'cause they got some rocks

How you re-up a fifty pack? Man, this shit gotta stop

Look, I ain't eyeballin' shit, I always got a clock

Hit this and then hit that, where it go? I always got a spot

Look, don't be talkin' on my phone all crazy

You ain't spendin' no money, you just want four and a baby

Shit, I thought you was ballin' just a week ago

The order was eighteen, I knew better than to believe it though

I'm forty-five south, I'm forty-five north

I got forty-five hard, I got forty-five soft

Black on black on black, you know that's worth the Vandross

What the fuck is a car note? Y'all know I had to cash out

Fuck skinny jeans, that shit look like booty blisters

Besides, I can't hide my work and I can't hide my pistol

I made a quarter million dollars off a quarter ki'

This what it's gon' cost you, fuck what you was tryna offer me

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't lookin' for the ladies, I'm lookin' to hit a lick

I ain't thinkin' strip club, I'm just thinkin' flip a brick

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't fuckin' with no twenties or no dimes or no nicks

I'm servin' the ones that serve the ones that serve in this bitch

Ayy, I'm the dopeman

Get it how you want it, clean or sloppy, man

I'll be the first to get the work, my shit ain't touched no other hand

You talkin' 'bout your money, big off in the rubber band

I make deposits just like Tony, duffel bags off in the van

Some people I can't stand, but I still serve 'em though

You see me pull up, rims be floatin' on the Caddy slow

My prices stayin' low, bricks go for twenty-four

But if some RiRi want some fish, homie, I'll charge her more

No knock, I'm in the door, where'd everybody go?

Some movin' it fast, some movin' it quick, some movin' it really slow

I trap it out for 'bout three months and then it's time to go

I hit the road before them people come and kick the door

And everybody know, I came up out that Grove

That greedy money, how we get it, boy, be livin' throwed

And ain't nobody got time to be out here chasin' hoes

I'd rather get some bows and break 'em, flip 'em down the nose

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't lookin' for the ladies, I'm lookin' to hit a lick

I ain't thinkin' strip club, I'm just thinkin' flip a brick

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't fuckin' with no twenties or no dimes or no nicks

I'm servin' the ones that serve the ones that serve in this bitch

I got you, homie, how much you want?

Bring the money, let's count it up

Range Rover outside the club, I dropped a somethin' inside my cup

Big drank, you know it's sealed, my **** goin' in for the kill

I spit that shit them boys feel, from Ferguson to that Coalville

**** go crazy over bricks of the white

See that house on the lake? It's for the kids and the wife

Texas boy, paranoid, 'cause I got that guala now

Let them **** try me, loaded chopper with them hollow rounds

Started, ****, from three grams, tryna whip me a candy Lam'

Got a brick from a kinfolk, give me two minutes, I can make it ten

Thousand zips from the Yucatan, '

Cross the border when it touch the land

Made a mil' off of each hand, I could probably cook it off a saucepan

Leo Lean with the platinum spoon, got plastic bags all in the room

Hit the trap, finna smoke some kush

Finna pop a molly, finna act a fool

Z-Ro with the Mike D with the Lucky Lou, man, this a hit

Dopeman in my neighborhood, finna charge his ass for a half a brick

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't lookin' for the ladies, I'm lookin' to hit a lick

I ain't thinkin' strip club, I'm just thinkin' flip a brick

Dopeman, please can I have another hit?

You ain't got my money, ****, please, you ain't gettin' shit

I ain't fuckin' with no twenties or no dimes or no nicks

I'm servin' the ones that serve the ones that serve in this bitch

Written by: Leo Lean, Lucky Luciano, Microwave Rollie, Mike D, Z-Ro

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