Dope Dealer Lyrics
| Song | Dope Dealer |
| Artist | Meek Mill |
| Album | Dreamchasers 3 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (feat. Rick Ross & Nicki Minaj) | |
| [Intro: Meek Mill] | |
| There's three types of ********s in life | |
| ********s that make it happen | |
| ********s that watch it happen | |
| And ********s that don't even know what the ******** is going on | |
| Choose one... | |
| [Verse 1: Meek Mill] | |
| I got all these bad ******* twerkin’ | |
| Waves on swim, ********t surfin’ | |
| I don’t wanna yall ********s ‘round me | |
| Broke ********s make me nervous | |
| Shawty said she want that paper | |
| Pop ******** like she workin’ | |
| Damn, a ******** finally famous | |
| Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!) | |
| ******** rap, I might sell swag | |
| She want me ‘cause she know I got that Chanel tag | |
| She ******** 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-South, with a dime ho | |
| Turnt up, but I’m like keep calm ho | |
| I go, make a million here, million there | |
| All of my ********s, we really in here | |
| Got a bad ********, 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 ******** (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 ******* is choosin’ | |
| You ********s is losin’ | |
| We rich | |
| Whatchu expect? | |
| (Haah?) | |
| [Hook: Meek Mill] | |
| Wanna ******** with a **** dealer? | |
| Or keep ******’ them broke ********s? | |
| And I don’t ******** with you ho ********s (NAH!) | |
| Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson | |
| That’s ****, ********! | |
| [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] | |
| I got all these **** dealers serving | |
| Cut the work up, they surgeons | |
| I don't want y'all ******* 'round me | |
| Whack ******* make me curve 'em | |
| Imported rug, that's Persian | |
| One wheel up and we swervin' | |
| Wetter than a lake, that's Ricki! | |
| Pop ******** 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 ******** wanna borrow it, I lent it to her | |
| Make her bust that ******** open in Singapore | |
| 30 million though, Forbes list | |
| Out in Philly in a condo, boss ********t | |
| 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 ********, pardon my decimal, ********! | |
| 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 | |
| ********! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Rick Ross] | |
| DC, Double M | |
| Mastermind | |
| Say my name and ******** 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 ********t, 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 ******** push that button | |
| On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these ********s don’t want nothin' | |
| You wanna ******** wit a **** dealer? Or keep ******' them broke ********s? | |
| My sneaker deal like A.I.'s | |
| We drink Belaire like St. Ides |
| feat. Rick Ross Nicki Minaj | |
| Intro: Meek Mill | |
| There' s three types of s in life | |
| s that make it happen | |
| s that watch it happen | |
| And s that don' t even know what the is going on | |
| Choose one... | |
| Verse 1: Meek Mill | |
| I got all these bad twerkin' | |
| Waves on swim, t surfin' | |
| I don' t wanna yall s ' round me | |
| Broke s make me nervous | |
| Shawty said she want that paper | |
| Pop like she workin' | |
| Damn, a finally famous | |
| Rari by the Benz, I' m swervin' SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR! | |
| rap, I might sell swag | |
| She want me ' cause she know I got that Chanel tag | |
| She 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, NorthSouth, with a dime ho | |
| Turnt up, but I' m like keep calm ho | |
| I go, make a million here, million there | |
| All of my s, we really in here | |
| Got a bad , 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 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 is choosin' | |
| You s is losin' | |
| We rich | |
| Whatchu expect? | |
| Haah? | |
| Hook: Meek Mill | |
| Wanna with a dealer? | |
| Or keep ' them broke s? | |
| And I don' t with you ho s NAH! | |
| Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson | |
| That' s , ! | |
| Verse 2: Nicki Minaj | |
| I got all these dealers serving | |
| Cut the work up, they surgeons | |
| I don' t want y' all ' round me | |
| Whack make me curve ' em | |
| Imported rug, that' s Persian | |
| One wheel up and we swervin' | |
| Wetter than a lake, that' s Ricki! | |
| Pop 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 wanna borrow it, I lent it to her | |
| Make her bust that open in Singapore | |
| 30 million though, Forbes list | |
| Out in Philly in a condo, boss t | |
| 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 , pardon my decimal, ! | |
| Check up my resume, 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 | |
| ! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Rick Ross | |
| DC, Double M | |
| Mastermind | |
| Say my name and 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 t, 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 push that button | |
| On the corner PacMan Jones, these s don' t want nothin' | |
| You wanna wit a dealer? Or keep ' them broke s? | |
| My sneaker deal like A. I.' s | |
| We drink Belaire like St. Ides |
| feat. Rick Ross Nicki Minaj | |
| Intro: Meek Mill | |
| There' s three types of s in life | |
| s that make it happen | |
| s that watch it happen | |
| And s that don' t even know what the is going on | |
| Choose one... | |
| Verse 1: Meek Mill | |
| I got all these bad twerkin' | |
| Waves on swim, t surfin' | |
| I don' t wanna yall s ' round me | |
| Broke s make me nervous | |
| Shawty said she want that paper | |
| Pop like she workin' | |
| Damn, a finally famous | |
| Rari by the Benz, I' m swervin' SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR! | |
| rap, I might sell swag | |
| She want me ' cause she know I got that Chanel tag | |
| She 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, NorthSouth, with a dime ho | |
| Turnt up, but I' m like keep calm ho | |
| I go, make a million here, million there | |
| All of my s, we really in here | |
| Got a bad , 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 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 is choosin' | |
| You s is losin' | |
| We rich | |
| Whatchu expect? | |
| Haah? | |
| Hook: Meek Mill | |
| Wanna with a dealer? | |
| Or keep ' them broke s? | |
| And I don' t with you ho s NAH! | |
| Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson | |
| That' s , ! | |
| Verse 2: Nicki Minaj | |
| I got all these dealers serving | |
| Cut the work up, they surgeons | |
| I don' t want y' all ' round me | |
| Whack make me curve ' em | |
| Imported rug, that' s Persian | |
| One wheel up and we swervin' | |
| Wetter than a lake, that' s Ricki! | |
| Pop 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 wanna borrow it, I lent it to her | |
| Make her bust that open in Singapore | |
| 30 million though, Forbes list | |
| Out in Philly in a condo, boss t | |
| 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 , pardon my decimal, ! | |
| 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 | |
| ! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Rick Ross | |
| DC, Double M | |
| Mastermind | |
| Say my name and 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 t, 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 push that button | |
| On the corner PacMan Jones, these s don' t want nothin' | |
| You wanna wit a dealer? Or keep ' them broke s? | |
| My sneaker deal like A. I.' s | |
| We drink Belaire like St. Ides |
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