(Tyga featuring Rick Ross) (Verse 1: Tyga)
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm
courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with
rozay
Black Maybach leather gloves on
that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch
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
Bitch nigga you don't want no
drama im worth a couple
commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit
be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied
yo' shit 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 death from
gesture
Cash in the safe I don't feel no
pressure
(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these
hoes
(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Shit
She fuck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got
niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck 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 around here
Aviator crew we flyest 'round
here
Hating on hood niggas dying
'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on
the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to
these broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the
stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm
rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't
make me pick your label up
Scottie pipen 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 nigga
say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga
say my name
(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these
hoes
(Verse 3: Tyga)
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out
cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us
some absence
So sincere in her belly, that's the
nah shit
King announcing that gangsta
shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no
white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would
call thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the
unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving
shit that's insane
You niggas 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 nigga T-raw
(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these
hoes
"Dope"