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hardluck - dope money lyrics

“dope money”
hardluck
produced by: g money

[hook]
man i hope this dope money don’t change me
i just hope all this dope money don’t change
i pray all this smack money don’t change me
i just hit the trap and i go crazy (go loco)
ain’t no money like dope money that dope money (that dope money)
ain’t no money like dope money that dope money (that dope money)
condos and foreign rides from that dope money (that dope money)
robberies and homicides for that dope money (hardy)

[verse 1]
get weed money get lean money get perk money
know hardy ain’t serving them if i don’t know $
i’m a rap star i’m a trap star i’m more than that
in the bando and the crackheads want my autograph (hardy)
something on my waist it got like 30 in it
don’t give a f-ck about n-body
as long as jersey in it (don’t give a f-ck)
i swear i feel like money made
the way i flurry with it (bob & weave)
you throwing dirt up on my name
you end up buried with it (gang)
don’t worry about my gang baby my gang baby (bossmobb)
i’m high as h-ll i hope i’m good for some brains baby (brain baby)
i aint the one to look up on n-body never put us on
my daddy used to cook base on
the same plate that we ate on

[hook]
man i hope this dope money don’t change me
i just hope all this dope money don’t change
i pray all this smack money don’t change me (change me)
i just hit the trap and i go crazy (go loco)
ain’t no money like dope money that dope money (that dope money)
ain’t no money like dope money that dope money (that dope money)
condos and foreign rides from that dope money (that dope money)
robberies and homicides for that dope money (hardy)

[verse 2]
i jump up in the morning get my trap on
a hustler never sleep
i take a nap and leave my jack on
got a couple youngings
with ratchets and all black on
and i just bought em all sky walkers to sell crack on
these f-ck n-gg-s trying to come for me
my little bros gonna drum for me
they know i got that bail money
that lawyer money that run money
them n-gg-s talking that tough talk wont do nothing
just me and my 40 and we boo lovin (boo loving)
it’s no feeling like catching your first killing
we started out cl-ss skipping then ended up dope dealing
we getting that fast chicken just finished my last chicken
most likely a homicide if any of my cash missing

- hardluck lyrics

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