Dope Boy Fashion - Rara, Ra Ra

Ah, Yeah, Ah, Yeah, Ah

Got big dawg E in this (Yeah nigga, bankroll, fuck)

Yeah, ah, Yeah, yeah

Mama could afford, so we served

In the kitchen, having foreplay with a .48

Drop it in the pot and make it like, whip like and bitch ain’t hard

I was just orphan tryna find a wealth and fortune, with the bitches in the

trenches, I’m

Got my cookies on the stove, like we great Americans

Scaling, get that mail in off the Merilyn

Dead murder bar, string dope

Tryna rob, get shot through the peep-hole

Got them cameras on your ass, be a star nigga

Tryna get it out, she won’t get far nigga

Twelve riding up and down the street

Wonder if we’re getting busted, any time any week

Tryna keep this shit discrete

If they come, we retreat

They ain’t' finding

Niggas tryna work with like he Dame Dash

Yeah, he getting all the weight like slim

Got the motherfuckers trapping like the gym class

'Cus enough cash never was enough cash

Nineteen, rocking Louis like

Got no heart in these streets, I’m a scarecrow

I’m sticking to the money like Velcro

Tryna come up on a Benz off a elbow

Street nigga (Yeah)

That’s all I’m ever gon' be, nigga

Got a chopper on the seat, nigga

Keep some drugs on me, nigga

Street nigga (Yeah)

Got it all off the dope money

Tryna give me up some hope money

Stash the gotta-go-to-court money

Street nigga (Yeah)

On probation, we put rollies, still rocking rollies

Got gold on ice, got it like a

Got a pocket full of money, mouth full of trophies

Catch your boy about ten, that was same code

Say a prayer, after every transaction

Hit the club in real dope boy fashion

Real niggas, bad bitches come with us so

Can’t talk much, we just stand tho

Bunch of mini Gucci running from the

Make a player got and get some

Lord forgive me from my sinnings, I’m so winning winning

They ain’t getting to me, so I had to go and get it

I’m committed to it, so I got my hand dirty

Ain’t no, ain’t no sense of being nervous

I was born broke, nigga tryna die rich

What it got for me to lose, I ain’t got shit

Can’t miss what you never had

I’m too obsessed with what I never had

I want a thou now in every bag

I’m tryna squeeze a dime off a nine

I jumped in the game, I ain’t in a

Niggas say it coming, I’m just waiting over time

Partner dropped a, playing while I’m driving

Tryna stretch your daughter, get my nigga out his bond

Street nigga (Yeah)

That’s all I’m ever gon' be, nigga

Got a chopper on the seat, nigga

Keep some drugs on me, nigga

Street nigga (Yeah)

Got it all off the dope money

Tryna give me up some hope money

Stash the gotta-go-to-court money

Street nigga (Yeah)