Dope Dealer

[Intro: Meek Mill]

There's three types of niggas in life

Niggas that make it happen

Niggas that watch it happen

And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is going on

Choose one...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I got all these bad bitches twerkin’

Waves on swim, shit surfin’

I don’t want y’all niggas ‘round me

Broke niggas make me nervous

Shawty said she want that paper

Pop pussy like she workin’

Damn, a nigga finally famous

Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)

Fuck rap, I might sell swag

She want me ‘cause she know i got that Chanel tag

She fuck 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 side, with a dime ho

Turnt up, but I’m like keep calm ho

I go, make a million here, million there

All of my niggas, we really in here

Got a bad bitch, 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 bitch (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 bitches is choosin’

You niggas is losin’

We rich

Whatchu expect? (Haah?)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Wanna fuck with a dope dealer? (Dope dealer)

Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas? (Broke niggas)

And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)

Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson

That’s dope, nigga!

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

I got all these dope dealers serving

Cut the work up, they surgeons

I don't want y'all bitches 'round me

Whack bitches make me curve 'em

Imported rug, that's Persian

One wheel up and we swervin'

Wetter than a lake, that's Ricki!

Pop pussy 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 bitch wanna borrow it, I lent it to her

Make her bust that pussy open in Singapore

30 million though, Forbes list

Out in Philly in a condo, boss shit

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 testicle, pardon my decimal, bitch!

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, bitch!

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?

Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?

And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)

Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson

That’s dope, nigga!

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

DC, Double M

Mastermind

You say my name and bitch 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 shit, 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 nigga push that button

On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don’t want nothin'

You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin' them broke niggas?

My sneaker deal like A.I.'s

We drink Belaire like St. Ides

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?

Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?

And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)

Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson

That’s dope, nigga!

• Artist:Meek Mill
• Album:Dreamchasers 3 (2013)