Dopeboys

[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda] Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna Street money, [?] blowing marajuana And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna Street money, [?] blowing marajuana And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers [Verse 1: Muney Makkin Murda] Muney Makkin Murda, I'm that [?] squad nigga [?] with two dollars, side bitch, you need to remember I left [?] but her name, I can't remember I went to bed with her, nigga, 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 nigga, never paid for the coochiе Diamonds on my wrist, the motherfucker looking fruity You snitched on your plug, nigga, now you looking stupid 732 doors slam [?] [?] like this bitch sound ruthlous They ran in my spot, I left them pigs looking clueless [Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda] Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna Street money, [?] blowing marajuana And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna Street money, [?] blowing marajuana And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers [Verse 2: Muney Makkin Murda] Tryna take my spending nigga, 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 bitch all in my ear, talking 'bout man, you did me wrong I gave you all my [?] phone Bitch, quit that lil money, I bought you Gucci shit with two tone That nigga heard of me, [?] stay home I got [?] homies dead, shit, I hate my niggas gone They watching me from heaven, that's why I put on I had to get my number changed, [?] playing on my phone Nigga [?] calone [Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda] Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna Street money, [?] blowing marajuana And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna Street money, [?] blowing marajuana And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers [Verse 3: Muney Makkin Murda] I put my Louis on, [?] reason Probably why your bitch wanna eat the dick to pieces You better watch your girl, homie, you know these hoes sneaky I'm going back to Cali, nigga, I'm tryna fuck with Pinky [?] I don't fuck with your kind, nigga, that's why I'm not speaking Real niggas fuck with me, they salute me when they see me Different bad bitch, everytime flex see me [?] black diamonds, bitch, lips stay shining Money on my mind, Murda can't stop grinding At the hideout trapping, [?] rappers can't fuck with me We got our own money, and we ain't finna sign shit [Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda] Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna Street money, [?] blowing marajuana And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna Street money, [?] blowing marajuana And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers