D.O.P.E. - Rick Ross

Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e
Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
I got rugs by the d**e, Versace on the floor
Chest full of ink, p**sy on the sink
My safe full of stones, my phone's always on
When my eyes start to roll, you know I'm in the zone
Rubber bands on the five, r-rubber band on the ten
Gave a b**ch all the dubs, hundred grand on the Benz
Got a truck full of d**e, plug on the coke
Renzel done came up, prosecutors want to know
Is everything d**e? Is everything d**e?
How does everything go?
And why does every body know?
How does every body know?
Why does every body know?
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e
Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
Pinky ring got d**e on it
Sipping lean keep d**e on me
Switching lanes like them folks on me
Twenty chains got d**e on me
VVS's that's d**e on me
Fell in love with the d**e angle
Pyrex got good work in it
Minute Maid put syrup in it
Got a mermaid dripping Hermes
Popping pills in the early
Her head game so geeked up
I'm making money got me Geechi
My rolex on Geechi
Presidentials on Geechi
See my whips they Geechi
Roll up Back's they Geechi
Racks on racks they Geechi
And my whole hood Geechi
Let's get intoxicated, oh let's get intoxicated
Niggas are mad we made it
Look at them niggas they mad we made it
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e
Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
Fed's at the door, I done flushed all the d**e
I done run out the back, breakfast on the stove
I'm a ancient ni**a, f**king the same b**ch ni**a
Only one small difference, I'm a straight rich ni**a
We bury money in the fields
Mansions in the hill
Strippers at the crib, this how I live
Always wanna smoke, always on the go
They always on my page, waiting for the next post
Feds wanna know, they just wanna know
Is it really d**e? Is it really d**e?
All this sh*t can't be his, this can't be real
Shawty a** so fine that can't be real
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e, everything d**e
Everything d**e
Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car