Don Caba - Dope Lyrics

Look I wrote this for the (Dope Man)
Street execs we the (Dope Man)
Money hungry lawyers (Dope Man)
Getting money I'm the (Dope Man)
Up town, Charlotte what it dooo
Good bud, we be smoking in rotation by the 2's
Cbd, Thc oils, making heavy moves
If you need it then I got it, don't you hesitate I told you I'm the (Dope Man)
Foreign cars, foreign whips
Foreign bitches never hesitate to let a nigga hit, Hol up
Listen I can't wait until we make it big
Vvs diamonds shinning on my wrist
Tell em bitches I'm the (Dope Man)
Tell em bitches I'm the man
Puffin sour d, my boy studying for the exam
Extra focused what you call that?
Smoking on that loud pack
Flow is winter cold, need to fall back
Tell em I'm the
Look I wrote this for the (Dope Man)
Street execs we the (Dope Man)
Money hungry lawyers (Dope Man)
Getting money I'm the (Dope Man)
Money coming in
Money running out
Bitch my money got legs, run a hunned miles
Money running like my name Le'veon Bell
Tony I'm the plug, got it all for whole sale
We ain't tripping off the labor, we just want the paper
Pull up in a foreign, make you niggas aggravated
Money, Cars, Hoes, only rock designer clothes
F*ckin on yo main bitch, made her deep throat
Speeding through traffic
Plug on the line
Blessed me with a hunned bag
Made em form a line
Quick flips, quick dips
Push the work in quick sprints
Run the counter til it sell out
Getting money I'm the (Dope Man)