Dope House - Chinx, Jadakiss, French Montana

My nigga if you ain’t coppin' you ain’t got no business around the fucking spot

Fuck you hangin 'round the trap for?

Up out my dope house

Booking on the interstate I’m bailing with them bricks

Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish

Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game

Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house

No degrees but did my thing in culinary

Either that or could’ve hit them courts and hoop

Creep up on them with them hammers we gon' nail em

Keep my pistols smoking like some Campbell soup

D.A.

tryna lock me up for child abuse cause I was whippin' babies

In the daycare, and pushed em off the stoop

Chopper with the scope, tell them niggas merry Christmas

But it won’t be Santa Claus niggas sending through your roof

Catch a nigga hanging round the trap, he need to buy something

I’ma do the chicken dance with Flocka when them pies come

Pull up to the dock and park the V up on the boat

Pussy nigga, guarantee less than a key will get you smoked

When that money come in, you and some your niggas fall out

Hate it when you pull up to the venue with them cars out

All my diamonds blue, the jeweler got me on some loc shit

And them killers with me down to shoot, ain’t with no ho shit

Booking on the interstate I’m bailing with them bricks

Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish

Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game

Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house

Yeah, fuck up out my dope house, where them niggas came from

Montega Jada, where you think I got the name from

Raised round the junkies, where you think I got my game from

Soon as the love stop, that’s when the pain come

We ain’t selling bundles either, we just moving big shit

Try to disappear with some work, get your wig split

You can try to find a vein or you can sniff shit

Get it on the arm then I need a little interest

Naw you can’t live with us, we don’t want no visitors

People call us drug dealers, I say we distributors

Haters gone hate cause we keep making em sick of us

Keep making it hot, they gone think about evicting us

Booking on the interstate I’m bailing with them bricks

Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish

Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game

Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house

Fuck up out my dope house