Rick Ross
Rick Ross - Drug Dealer's Dream lyrics
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[Verse:] Mighty Mohamed, son of Osama Son of a pervert One time for my mama Tats on my back, tats on my face I'm a don, can you relate? It's never too late Maybach whip you lay Never would say Bang bang with the saints Know I'm a sinner, now give me my sentence Labeled a hustla, look at my Benz One time for Black, one time for Nut One time for Gucci, one time for Kano One time for Dizzle This my realest One time for Trav and all the drug dealers [Hook:] Murda, a muthafuckin murda No, you didn't see it but I know you fuckin heard it Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg I'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin [Verse:] Is this a drug dealer's dream Cus all I ever see is dimes on disease Mansion on the water, home in the hills Let the fed tell it, it really isn't his Photograph our endeavors, plottin potential setups See the extra promotion Tax charges, etcetera Confiscated the whips, concentratin on flips Contemplatin a trip, congregatin for bricks Lord know I'm a sinner Be more than the winter Ignited the trash to make you a killer Lord forgive these bitches Getting they money strippin Chasin this fast money, next time we do it different Shout out to kod, shout out to Onyx Shout out to mmg, know we the hottest Yea, yea Yea [Hook:] Murda, a muthafuckin murda No, you didn't see it but I know you fuckin heard it Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg I'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin [Verse:] Aggravated work, this distracted all of my foes Wannabe friends, we just takin control Get vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance Better fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance I see the rich go to jail He put Wi Fi in his cell Middle of the night, my niggas wanna Skype I just count money for him, next just get him high They say it's hard to smile with a double life In the middle of the night with a bloody knife Lord give em a chance, every man should be free He wanted him a degree but got him a key Open that door, just hopin for more They gave him a bar, I gave him a Porsche I gave him a name, I gave him a shot I gave him the game, I gave him a block Smoking on that gas, I be thinkin too fast Drug dealers' dream, now I just this cash Boy tatted on my neck A real nigga, boy I never write a check