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bobby jean – dope money lyrics

[verse 1]
running outta dope money
talking dope money
street b+tch with no money
hit off his hoe money
show money ’cause it’s show money
blow money ’cause it’s blow money
running outta dope money

[chorus]
we ain’t never ever running outta dope money
jump straight in the game talking dope money
guess they’d rather see a street b+tch with no money
i can get a n+gga hit off his hoe money
why i like to show money ’cause it’s show money
why i like to blow money ’cause it’s blow money
50 bricks wayne brothers, i need mo’ money
we ain’t never ever running outta dope money
running out dope money
talking dope money
street b+tch with no money
hit off his hoe money
show money ’cause it’s show money
blow money ’cause it’s blow money
wayne brothers, i need mo’ money
running outta dope money
[verse 2]
tool on deck, n+gga, why would i lie?
why would i die?
weed got me coughing but why would i die?
20 racks on the wrist like, “what time to be alive?”
life’s a gamble so i might as well try
f+ck a b+tch, i’m with sh+t
i f+ck your b+tch then you a b+tch
i’m fresh as f+ck, let me take a pic
i light the candle, got the stick, no bic but i’m lit
i signed my name on her titts, oh yeah
i got a project b+tch with real ass, yeah
forever 21, 200 on the dash, yeah
there’s not a b+tch in this club i can’t smash, yeah
i f+cked your b+tch in the jag, yeah
i got that bag, yeah
her lil homie let me smash, yeah
that head was trash, yeah
i only smoke that gas, yeah, i need a gas mask
keep a k like i’m mich+lle, yeah, rock ya bell, yeah
know some n+ggas with some dough, yeah, that’s for sure, yeah

[chorus]
we ain’t never ever running outta dope money
jump straight in the game talking dope money
guess they’d rather see a street b+tch with no money
i can get a n+gga hit off his hoe money
why i like to show money ’cause it’s show money
why i like to blow money ’cause it’s blow money
50 bricks wayne brothers, i need mo’ money
we ain’t never ever running outta dope money
running out dope money
talking dope money
street b+tch with no money
hit off his hoe money
show money ’cause it’s show money
blow money ’cause it’s blow money
wayne brothers, i need mo’ money
running outta dope money
[verse 3]
them street drugs got you feeling like a street n+gga
you cold+hearted ’til i hit you with that heat, n+gga
you a 7 whole days, you a weak n+gga
i add money, not friends, i don’t need n+ggas
i done died and came back, i’m the 3 pac
i purchased my first block in my first block
i used to carry drug money in my lunch box
i hit the n+gga with the mac, okay?
i tell ’em, “woah kimo sobi”
big balling is my hobby
two b+tches in the room, three b+tches in the lobby, n+gga, what?
i’m ’bout to tear them hoes up

- bobby jean lyrics

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