Dope Money

[Chorus]
Yeah, I want the dope money, the fresh off the boat money
Want the dope money, the dope, the dope money
Want the dope money, the fresh off the boat money
Want the dope money, the dope, the dope money

[Post-Chorus]
Want the dope, dope, dope
I want the dope, dope, the dope money
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Want the, the dope money

[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm super high, suicide
Uh, I’m super fried, supersized
Uh, I'm coming through, like who are you?
Uh, you just a snack, Scooby Doo
You tryna cop? I'm tryna flip
You got the guap? I got the zips
I got the spot, I’m 'bout to hit
I got the drop, you lost your grip

[Verse 2]
Yo it's not enough, not a chance I'll give up
Want a hundred million dollars and a fucking armored truck
Want the sauce and the gravy, going macadamia crazy
Ain't a god that you pray to in this universe can save me

[Bridge]
I want it all, want it all, want it all
I will never stop 'til I die, uh
Big plans, one-hundred kilograms
Dead presidents raining from the sky

[Pre-Chorus]
I just want a duffle bag, duffle bag
Filled up with the hundred bands, hundred bands
I just want a duffle bag, duffle bag
Filled up with the hundred bands, hundred bands
I just want a duffle bag, duffle bag
Filled up with the hundred bands, hundred bands
I just want a duffle bag, duffle bag
Filled up with the hundred bands, hundred bands

[Chorus]
I want the dope money, the fresh off the boat money
Want the dope money, the dope, the dope money
Want the dope money, the fresh off the boat money
Want the dope money, the dope, the dope money

[Post-Chorus]
Want the dope-, I want it all, want it all, want it all
I will never stop 'til I die, uh
Big plans, one-hundred kilograms
Dead presidents raining from the sky

[Verse 3]
Hop in the whip and I roll, hop and I dip and I glide, yup
Copping a brick and I slide, nobody know what I'm buying yet
I been a regular killer though, I been a regular suspect
I get ridiculous high, all I been doing is dope shit
Roll it and smoke it, I’m like the holiest ghost
If I was the only one left after Armageddon I quote it
It’s only facts that I'm stating, it’s only facts in my statements
I'm like the Patrick of Bateman's, only you bitches ain't know it
Bitch I’m sick as fuck, you cosmetic, getting nip n tucked
I'm pacific ocean chilling, getting my ******* sucked
Getting liquored up, like Winston, I got Gin in cup
Uh, you motherfuckers better listen up

[Bridge]
I want it all, want it all, want it all
I will never stop 'til I die, uh
Big plans, one-hundred kilograms
Dead presidents raining from the sky

[Post-Chorus]
Want the dope, dope, dope
I want the dope, dope, dope money
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Want the, the dope money