Uncle Murda – Dope Money Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Dope money, woo, woo
Dope (Yeah, yeah)
Seth Rose massive
Dope (Yeah), dope money

[Chorus]
These niggas don’t know me (Nope, nope)
I’m G’ed up, I’m puttin’ work by my lonely (Yeah, yeah)
When it’s time to ride, I don’t need my homies (Nah, nah)
Check my rap sheet, I had sheet-offs with the police (Fact, fact)
Niggas that raised me call me Big Homie (Woo, woo)
When I was dead broke, man, these bitches, they ain’t know me (Woo, woo)
They love a nigga now ’cause I’m paid, ’cause these bitches so phony (Ha, ha)
Coke on the table, I’ma bag it up, not snort it like a [stoney?] (Ha)
Coke money slow, dope money good, man, niggas don’t know me

[Chorus]
Dope money, dope money, dope money, ain’t nothin’ like it (Yeah, yeah)
What you know about dope money? Ain’t nothin’ like it (Woo, woo)
Dope money, dope money, dope money, ain’t nothin’ like it (Woo, woo)
What you know about dope money? Ain’t nothin’ like it (Nah, nah)

[Verse 1]
Gloves on, mask on when you bag it (Yeah)
It’s so good, I cut it already, and more cut gotta get at it (Damn)
Two fiends OD’ed last week, oh so tragic (Aw)
This dope I’m workin’ with is better than blue magic (Yup)
Turn one into two, it’s like I know magic (Abracadabra)
Best product on the block
Leave the baggie blank, homie, I don’t gotta [?] (Nah, nah)
It’s hard out there if you tryna move that co-co
Tell them cokehead pussies, “It ain’t like it used to be”
Man, that coke money slow though (On facts, facts)
I can get it for twenty-five, a hundred go at the four-oh (Amigo)
But niggas that used to buy bricks buyin’ pounds of [ceridisol?]
Dope man, dope man, I’m movin’ that diesel
You can smoke it or shoot it up your vein with that needle (Oh, oh)