DopeMan Go lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]
C-Sick

[Pre-Chorus]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must've forgot that I'm the plug
I'm the dope man, I'm the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Chorus]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bussin' it down and I got it for b*tches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my n*ggas is all in Givenchy baby
I'm in Givenchy baby, bustin' it down and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my n*ggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith, I said f*ck a Ghost
Flew a brand new b*tch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the b*tch, that b*tch the plug
Thirty and I'm servin' up the bando
I f*ck all the b*tches that my b*tches can't know
.30 in my pants, I gotta stand low
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I'm in Givenchy baby, movin' the kitchen, baby
My b*tches is cookin' and flippin', she doin' the dishes baby
MAC-11 like it's Michael Bivins, n*gga new in edition baby
Two in extensions baby, we shootin' extensions baby
Bustin' out the lows
I got all the bad b*tches f*ckin' wit' my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn't pass the SATs
Now I got two bad b*tches passin' me the weed
I done shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told 'em n*ggas I ain't owe 'em
I'm the CEO and n*ggas drop off the program
Someone, please find me the dope man
[Pre-Chorus]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must've forgot that I'm the plug
I'm the dope man, I'm the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Chorus]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bussin' it down and I got it for b*tches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my n*ggas is all in Givenchy baby
I'm in Givenchy baby, bustin' it down and I got it for b*tches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my n*ggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna f*ck and nothing more
I'm just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I'm up again
She won't let me f*ck then I'ma f*ck her friend
Scoreboard, b*tch I'm up 10
I'ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I'm in Givenchy baby, movin' the kitchen baby
Doublin', adding up all of this money I'm doin' addition baby
Glock .40, like the top 40 when the sh*t get to mixing baby
And it get to mixin' baby, and I get the fixin' baby
Poppin' with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this sh*t with no one but my mans
b*tch, I'm in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I'm Rondo
[Pre-Chorus]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must've forgot that I'm the plug
I'm the dope man, I'm the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Chorus]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bussin' it down and I got it for b*tches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my n*ggas is all in Givenchy baby
I'm in Givenchy baby, bussin' it down and I got it for b*tches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my n*ggas is all in Givenchy baby
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