Dope Boy

[Intro: Jim Jones & Cam'ron] She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy Hey yo, big Bern', what's good? We ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga Lotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man But we ain't got nothin' to talk about We see everything, nigga Meet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga Water wave [?] [?] you move better, you do better (facts) Dipset (Kill, kill) (Kill, kill) Let's go, uhh [Verse 1: Cam'ron] I get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, body bag You gettin' money, word? Take a polygraph I don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories All startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like Horry I was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's You still sellin' three-point-five for the forty? Please, outlet call me Felipe Keys of [?] courtesy of Enrique, my [?] That means Killa turned nerds into guerrillas Turn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did) I've retired but sometimes its still a hobby You only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby Nigga [Bridge: Berner] The ex [?] made a million of a [?] job Wrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock Black bag bandits [Verse 2: Berner] I'm runnin' through these M's I'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious These rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money) I could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck Yeah, that's forty-five plus if it get there untouched (forty-five mil') Pick me up from [?] when the jet lands Black bags in my Louis bag fresh from San Fran' (straight from the Bay) What's a ticket? Stop askin' All three trucks pulled up, I'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?) Bust down dancin', never been platinum No gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun) I used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one Fuck it, send a half ton I swear this is my last one Yeah [Bridge: Jim Jones] She want a dope nigga that do numbers She want a dope nigga that do numbers She want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts) She want a dope nigga that do numbers [Verse 3: Jim Jones] She want a dope boy, told her I'm a dope man Foreign cars I love those, whippin' 'em with both hands Waitin' for the pack to touch, lookin' for the postman We was in momma's hut cookin' up the coke grams Trips to the Bay comin' back with the load Niggas from our gang, you know the mac will explode If it wasn't for the rap, I'd probably trap across the globe These niggas say they gangsters, a star stackin' on the code Had my '97's on runnin' through the housin' We was still sellin' drugs through the early 2000's I drop a few thousands on water and the peace Ain't nobody ridin' shotty, just my forty in the seat [Bridge: Jim Jones] She want a dope nigga that do numbers She want a dope nigga that do numbers She want a dope nigga that do numbers She want a dope nigga that do numbers