Rick Ross - Dope lyrics

[Produced by Dnyc3] [Intro] I can feel it [Verse 1: Tyga] T-Rawws rock my own kick game 8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game Still pop ace king sh** I'm with Rozay Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ OK the day you beating me b**h no day Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay AK get a full clip not a soundwave You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste b**h n***a you don't want no drama, I'm worth a couple commas It's d**h before dishonor Last King come sign up, all my sh** be designer Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo' sh** for nothin' Wes, west up, hot temper Get wet up she give me head not neck up She clean the mess up One false move d**h from gesture Cash in the safe n***a I don't feel no pressure [Hook: Tyga] I'm dope (All) all my sh** dope (All) all my sh** dope Cause it's 187 how I k**ing these hoes (All) all my sh** dope (All) all my sh** dope Cause it's 187 how I k**ing these hoes [Verse 2: Rick Ross] H on the Buckle, Hermes and the hustle Crown on the watch, young n***as still thuggin' 8.7 on the crib so f** it Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget New chains, rollex links New chick just to drag my mink New car just to ride 'round here Aviator crew we flyest 'round here Hating on hood n***as dying 'round here Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard Cars rockstars, dope boys at odds I done seen it all but it's back to these broads Hands clap like a n***a in the stadium Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em I see you slipping boy don't make me pick your label up Scottie Pippen on the dribble I just laid 'em up Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust We just winning all the women in my table ah Say my name say my name n***a say my name 100 million dollar n***a, n***a say my name [Hook: Tyga] [I'm dope (All) all my sh** dope (All) all my sh** dope Cause it's 187 how I k**ing these hoes (All) all my sh** dope (All) all my sh** dope Cause it's 187 how I k**ing these hoes [Verse 3: Tyga] Chief rocka, pill popper Tell her to pull them things out cause my car topless Off topic, get on top it, what's your synopsis So sincere in her belly, that's that Nas sh** King announcing that gangsta sh** we mobbin' We taking your dollars creflo no white collar I (pop pop) wish a n***a would call Thomas b**h I'm the bomb call me the unabomber Money in my game I'm driving sh** that's insane You n***as stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine Murder was the case all the kids say that n***a T-raw [Hook: Tyga] [I'm dope (All) all my sh** dope (All) all my sh** dope Cause it's 187 how I k**ing these hoes (All) all my sh** dope (All) all my sh** dope Cause it's 187 how I k**ing these hoes I can feel it