Young Buck - Dope Man Money lyrics
[Young Buck:] Yeah Money gettin' n***as 'gon love this Broke n***as 'gon hate it [Verse 1: Young Buck] Hate me, love me, still i'm a boss Brand new coupe didn't take the tag off Entre-po n***a Give some mo' n***a Military mind back down from no n***a Where did you go n***a? I could make it rain With some hundred dollar bills or a hundred of them things Candy apple green, no tints, no chrome Catch me in the streets 'till six in the morn [Verse 2: Sosa] I keep one in the hone and a gun on my hip Just called my phone, you want somethin' to sniff? 19.5 you want one of them bricks Like a Subway combo come with them chips And I show no love when it come to a b**h She just want me cause my coke six hundred and six Yeah, this what you call a dope man b**h But I don't tell her nothin' cause these hos ain't sh** [Chorus: Young Buck] If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man b**h Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the sh** If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man b**h Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the sh** [Verse 3: Hi-C] See I lick coke, breathe in hydro Look like green money n***a I know I ride slow With the .40 cal I know Smokin' on that purple haze sh** 'till my eyes low My b**h got nine Os for the five four She'll let the nine go Oh yeah thats high ho My ho Yeah a dope man b**h If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense [Verse 4: Sosa] The '65 look good enough to drink Grey Goose seats with the cranberry paint Ya'll wish I could sell coke forever but I can't Just one more load and i'm f**in' with real estate I've been up for a week, from the first to the eighth Peicin' out grams and I still got the weight If I get too tired pop a pill i'm straight I'll show you how to fit a couple mill in the safe G Unit South [Chorus: Young Buck] If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man b**h Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the sh** If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man b**h Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the sh** [Young Buck:] Put your money in the air Put your money in the air Ballin' baby Ballin' baby We gettin' money over here They gettin' money over there What up All Star? My n***a Hi-C Sosa G Unit South b**h Ca$hville Records we got this Cut the motherf**in' check