French Montana, Chinx - Dope Got Me Rich lyrics
[French Montana, Chinx - Dope Got Me Rich lyrics]
All these money fallin out sky
Seen it grabbed it on caught it by surprise
That dope got me rich
That drop got me flexin blue dot got me lit
Hundred bottles in my section
Tell the waitress keep
Them coming, tell the waitress
Keep them coming
Tell the waitress keep them coming tell
The waitress keep them coming
Gotta say them boys em ballin
Thats a false alarm lay a finger on me pussy
Thats gon cost your ARM
Three pink suited james brown pal
Got my fortune on your head now
Your days are lookin narrow (wssup?)
Party to the AM we gon fuck some models
They know i manage that dope
Call me custom lotta
This too easy like rocks and paper bags
Looking like drop ain't easy
Then drop a paper towel
Whippin on tah work i call that shit reown
Whole lotta stress I gain with
Each and every corner
My jewlery dumb, cocaine long
Got like 80 bottles that way
I never heard they commin
That dope got me rich
That drop got me flexin blue dot got me lit
Hundred bottles in my section
TELL THE WAITRESS KEEP COMIN (wooa)
Thousand bottles on my table looking like
The plug told that dumb get
The owner I'm tryin to buy the
Club called my first lick, with it
Poppin two now fuck the bitch
Then I took the whole group down did
It, try to, get a nigga in
A suit now red bottoms
Funny metal on my shoe now wander town still
Ridin with the roof down fuck that fire
All my niggas trained to shoot now i don't
Date, I'd rather pay for
Pussy nigga sideways
Like that asian pussy tell
The waitress keep it comin, me and
Drinks keep dumbin east coast, we runnin
Seen it grabbed it on caught it by surprise
That dope got me rich
That drop got me flexin blue dot got me lit
Hundred bottles in my section
Tell the waitress keep
Them coming, tell the waitress
Keep them coming
Tell the waitress keep them coming tell
The waitress keep them coming
Gotta say them boys em ballin
Thats a false alarm lay a finger on me pussy
Thats gon cost your ARM
Three pink suited james brown pal
Got my fortune on your head now
Your days are lookin narrow (wssup?)
Party to the AM we gon fuck some models
They know i manage that dope
Call me custom lotta
This too easy like rocks and paper bags
Looking like drop ain't easy
Then drop a paper towel
Whippin on tah work i call that shit reown
Whole lotta stress I gain with
Each and every corner
My jewlery dumb, cocaine long
Got like 80 bottles that way
I never heard they commin
That dope got me rich
That drop got me flexin blue dot got me lit
Hundred bottles in my section
TELL THE WAITRESS KEEP COMIN (wooa)
Thousand bottles on my table looking like
The plug told that dumb get
The owner I'm tryin to buy the
Club called my first lick, with it
Poppin two now fuck the bitch
Then I took the whole group down did
It, try to, get a nigga in
A suit now red bottoms
Funny metal on my shoe now wander town still
Ridin with the roof down fuck that fire
All my niggas trained to shoot now i don't
Date, I'd rather pay for
Pussy nigga sideways
Like that asian pussy tell
The waitress keep it comin, me and
Drinks keep dumbin east coast, we runnin