Rick Ross & Nicki Minaj & Meek Mill - Dope Dealer скачать mp3

[Intro: Meek Mill] There's three types of niggas in life Niggas that make it happen Niggas that watch it happen And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is going on Choose one... [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I got all these bad bitches twerkin’ Waves on swim, shit surfin’ I don’t want y’all niggas ‘round me Broke niggas make me nervous Shawty said she want that paper Pop pussy like she workin’ Damn, a nigga finally famous Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!) Fuck rap, I might sell swag She want me ‘cause she know i got that Chanel tag She fuck me and she gone get that Chanel swag Her boyfriend like, “Where you get that Chanel bag?” 55 hundo, pop green, and I ball Like Rondo Catch me, north side, with a dime ho Turnt up, but I’m like keep calm ho I go, make a million here, million there All of my niggas, we really in here Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the hood But she look like a foreign, brazilian hair And I’m grabbin' her remi I bust like a semi, yo bitch (BA BA!) I get your girl pregnant You hatin’ all on me, you sick (HA HA!) I ride in my hood in a Bently like it’s a Crown Vic (SKR SKR!) These bitches is choosin’ You niggas is losin’ We rich Whatchu expect? (Haah?) [Hook: Meek Mill] Wanna fuck with a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas? And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!) Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson That’s dope, nigga! [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] I got all these dope dealers serving Cut the work up, they surgeons I don't want y'all bitches 'round me Whack bitches make me curve 'em Imported rug, that's Persian One wheel up and we swervin' Wetter than a lake, that's Ricki! Pop pussy like she Nicki She want me cause she see me in that Aventador Pull up on the curb so crazy, I done bent the door Bad bitch wanna borrow it, I lent it to her Make her bust that pussy open in Singapore 30 million though, Forbes list Out in Philly in a condo, boss shit Now they call me Young Oprah; Harpo In the pool rockin' polo, Marco Millionaires, never do leers No, they can't see me, they're never my peers Fruits of my labor, go get me my pears Cause you're outta your element; I am your fear So go get off my testicle, pardon my decimal, bitch! Check up my resumé, I'm upper echelon rich Them bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we sick My clothing line is out in them stores and I'm sipping a Myx, bitch! [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] DC, Double M Mastermind Say my name and bitch I gotta grant your wish (BOSS!) Sticky fingers, 30 K You better drop that brick (drop that brick) Philly brothers, sometimes they call me Ock! (call me Ock!) I pray to God, everyday I drop my top (Thank you Lord!) Humble man, with me and the Lord Meek I'm the shit, coming down Broad Street "Sal" Magluta, "Willy" Falcon Flamboyant dough boy, talkin' Al Capone (ROZAY!) From Monte Carlo to Los Muchachos My Mexicanos not talking tacos This jewelry tampered once, a nigga push that button On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don’t want nothin' You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin' them broke niggas? My sneaker deal like A.I.'s We drink Belaire like St. Ides