Dopeboys lyrics

[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda]
Dope boys, doing what the f*ck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, n*gga doing [?] numbers
Dope boys, doing what the f*ck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, n*gga doing [?] numbers

[Verse 1: Muney Makkin Murda]
Muney Makkin Murda, I'm that [?] squad n*gga
[?] with two dollars, side b*tch, you need to remember
I left [?] but her name, I can't remember
I went to bed with her, n*gga, woke up on her sister
She handed me my pistol, while I'm slipping on my Trues
Pornstar hеad, I'm just laughing on that booty
Flavor having ass n*gga, never paid for the coochiе
Diamonds on my wrist, the motherf*cker looking fruity
You snitched on your plug, n*gga, now you looking stupid
732 doors slam [?]
[?] like this b*tch sound ruthlous
They ran in my spot, I left them pigs looking clueless

[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda]
Dope boys, doing what the f*ck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, n*gga doing [?] numbers
Dope boys, doing what the f*ck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, n*gga doing [?] numbers
[Verse 2: Muney Makkin Murda]
Tryna take my spending n*gga, I got some [?]
I'll pop you with the 449, your brain somewhere on Pluto
I got them bails [?] just like Home Alone
[?] my zone
The b*tch all in my ear, talking 'bout man, you did me wrong
I gave you all my [?] phone
b*tch, quit that lil money, I bought you Gucci sh*t with two tone
That n*gga heard of me, [?] stay home
I got [?] homies dead, sh*t, I hate my n*ggas gone
They watching me from heaven, that's why I put on
I had to get my number changed, [?] playing on my phone
n*gga [?] calone

[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda]
Dope boys, doing what the f*ck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, n*gga doing [?] numbers
Dope boys, doing what the f*ck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, n*gga doing [?] numbers

[Verse 3: Muney Makkin Murda]
I put my Louis on, [?] reason
Probably why your b*tch wanna eat the di*k to pieces
You better watch your girl, homie, you know these hoes sneaky
I'm going back to Cali, n*gga, I'm tryna f*ck with Pinky
[?]
I don't f*ck with your kind, n*gga, that's why I'm not speaking
Real n*ggas f*ck with me, they salute me when they see me
Different bad b*tch, everytime flex see me
[?] black diamonds, b*tch, lips stay shining
Money on my mind, Murda can't stop grinding
At the hideout trapping, [?] rappers can't f*ck with me
We got our own money, and we ain't finna sign sh*t
[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda]
Dope boys, doing what the f*ck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, n*gga doing [?] numbers
Dope boys, doing what the f*ck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, n*gga doing [?] numbers