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dope money - bobby jean lyrics

[verse 1]
running outta dope money
talking dope money
street b*tch with no money
hit off his hoe money
show money ’cause it’s show money
blow money ’cause it’s blow money
running outta dope money

[chorus]
we ain’t never ever running outta dope money
jump straight in the game talking dope money
guess they’d rather see a street b*tch with no money
i can get a n*gga hit off his hoe money
why i like to show money ’cause it’s show money
why i like to blow money ’cause it’s blow money
50 bricks wayne brothers, i need mo’ money
we ain’t never ever running outta dope money
running out dope money
talking dope money
street b*tch with no money
hit off his hoe money
show money ’cause it’s show money
blow money ’cause it’s blow money
wayne brothers, i need mo’ money
running outta dope money
[verse 2]
tool on deck, n*gga, why would i lie?
why would i die?
weed got me coughing but why would i die?
20 racks on the wrist like, “what time to be alive?”
life’s a gamble so i might as well try
f*ck a b*tch, i’m with sh*t
i f*ck your b*tch then you a b*tch
i’m fresh as f*ck, let me take a pic
i light the candle, got the stick, no bic but i’m lit
i signed my name on her titts, oh yeah
i got a project b*tch with real ass, yeah
forever 21, 200 on the dash, yeah
there’s not a b*tch in this club i can’t smash, yeah
i f*cked your b*tch in the jag, yeah
i got that bag, yeah
her lil homie let me smash, yeah
that head was trash, yeah
i only smoke that gas, yeah, i need a gas mask
keep a k like i’m mich*lle, yeah, rock ya bell, yeah
know some n*ggas with some dough, yeah, that’s for sure, yeah

[chorus]
we ain’t never ever running outta dope money
jump straight in the game talking dope money
guess they’d rather see a street b*tch with no money
i can get a n*gga hit off his hoe money
why i like to show money ’cause it’s show money
why i like to blow money ’cause it’s blow money
50 bricks wayne brothers, i need mo’ money
we ain’t never ever running outta dope money
running out dope money
talking dope money
street b*tch with no money
hit off his hoe money
show money ’cause it’s show money
blow money ’cause it’s blow money
wayne brothers, i need mo’ money
running outta dope money
[verse 3]
them street drugs got you feeling like a street n*gga
you cold*hearted ’til i hit you with that heat, n*gga
you a 7 whole days, you a weak n*gga
i add money, not friends, i don’t need n*ggas
i done died and came back, i’m the 3 pac
i purchased my first block in my first block
i used to carry drug money in my lunch box
i hit the n*gga with the mac, okay?
i tell ’em, “woah kimo sobi”
big balling is my hobby
two b*tches in the room, three b*tches in the lobby, n*gga, what?
i’m ’bout to tear them hoes up

- bobby jean lyrics

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