Bobby Jean – Dope Money Lyrics
Artist: Bobby Jean
Song: Dope Money
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
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#gg# 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
Tool on deck, n#gg#, 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 #ss, 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 michelle, yeah, rock ya bell, yeah
Know some n#gg#s with some dough, yeah, that’s for sure, yeah
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#gg# 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
Them street drugs got you feeling like a street n#gg#
You cold-hearted ’til i hit you with that heat, n#gg#
You a 7 whole days, you a weak n#gg#
I add money, not friends, i don’t need n#gg#s
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#gg# 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#gg#, what?
I’m ’bout to tear them hoes up
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Release Year: 1984