Rick Ross - Dope Boys lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] It's some hoes that wanna come through They was with Chris Brown yesterday Meek had 'em the day before It's all good with me, I ain't trippin' Them hoes probably f**ed Snoop too, you know what I'm sayin'? [Curren$y] Yeah, ladada Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money Ladadada [Verse 1: Rick Ross] All my homes spacious, all the hoes patient All gold Daytons, on the road to Vegas Dope boys get it, DGK fitted You just wanna finesse her, I already hit it Fly you out to visit, flight miles only Chevrolet exquisite, dry cloth only Lighters on the dresser, baddest b**hes step up Pull off at the car wash as I throw the set up Young jetsetters, Jet Life feathers All my n***as hover as the snakes slither I got the eagle eye, 40-Eagle out (tell 'em) Smoke and dab with her, I let you eat 'em out That boy still a player, season ticket holder n***as hatin' on me, I'm the only Swisher rollin' You know I got it (Wa**up n***a, Wiz wa**up?! Curren$y!) I'm the only Swisher rollin' [Verse 2: Curren$y] Rat racer Don Julio, no chaser Green door vapors as we count paper Thinkin' 'bout another way, finna light a jay Tryna convince my brother to put them K's away He like, "uh, lil bro, no way" Them n***as play too many games in the streets today You could be slain for pay f**ed up in years, it couldn't be 'bout scratch Some n***as really hate, they don't be flyin' straight I'm just watch shopping, picking out a new date Just rich n***a problems Rich n***as got her naked on a island, body like a bottle Slapped her on the bottom Box Chevy squattin' The one I dropped her off at her house in Two Bentleys, seven low-riders and a suspended license Hella paper I'm stackin' sh** wasn't always like this [Hook] Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money [x2] Every night up and down the block, pa**ing right in front me [x2] Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin' [x2] Back against the wall, what more could you want from me? [x2] [Verse 3: Curren$y] I gotta have it, grabbin' it, stack it I gotta see it, smokin' weed keep me thinkin' to never sleep in Haze chiefin', lazy eye, I'll still peep it Caught it before the car was even started I'm not a target, I'm a shark b**h, boss sh** You will get squashed beneath my feet hoe, I'm enormous The real don sh**, you just a dunce, done Dump blunt guts, I'm out catching stunts Moon roof, bubble top, '61, what you want Ace, paper plates, well done Paper chase, bank race, Spitta won First place, k**ing sh**, smoking gunk Clear this face, out of space Benz coupe, model and make Some new sh** they can't pronunce Haters don't know what to say But anyway... [Hook] Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money [x2] Every night up and down the block, pa**ing right in front me [x2] Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin' [x2] Back against the wall, what more could you want from me? [x2]