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DOPE Details
| Vocal/Singer | Fivio Foreign, NLE CHOPPA |
|---|---|
| Music Comsposer | NLE CHOPPA |
| Lyricist | NLE CHOPPA |
DOPE Lyrics Fivio Foreign, NLE CHOPPA
[Intro: NLE Choppa & Fivio Foreign]
Ayy, MADENKA I think that’s the one, you know?
Yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah
[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Niggas’ll kill you for what you believe in
I bought a new .40 for no reason
It’s gettin’ cold, so it’s comin’ to season
He caught a body, he comin’ through, cheesin’
We ain’t with none of the cryin’ and grievin’
You know that my shooters is dyin’ to see them
Niggas can’t find him, he hidin’, we seekin’
He in the city, he dyin’ this weekend
I take a Percocet, it keep me calm
None of them niggas is doin’ me harm
None of my bitches is doin’ me wrong
I keep a smile, I ain’t losin’ my charm
I know the feds listenin’ to this music
So I nеver say what I do in these songs
Hе send the addy, we pull up, he gone
Up close, so I ain’t shootin’ from long (Baow)
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Dope, money, greed, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, duffel-bag for the money, what the business is?
All across the world, servin’ different citizens
I’ma make shit stretch ’til the end of end
Hit my knees every night, but I’ma sin again
Sorry Lord, can’t say I don’t know better (I don’t know better)
Big stepper, ’til my toes start hurtin’ (‘Til my toes start hurtin’)
Get him killed, then write him a murder letter
Few subliminals in my verses
Big chain on my neck, finna break my neck
Need a brace for my neck, mm-hmm
Ho brain with the best, I ain’t feelin’ her sex
So her best friend next, mm-hmm (They do it)
Call collects to charter jets
Then Billboard charts happen next (We gone)
Gotta big flex on my ex
Hold it over her head, ’til she meet her death (Ho hurtin’)
Declined my calls and missed my text
I know them hoes regret (Them hoes sick)
I’m numb on a ho’, I ain’t feelin’ ’em
He could be with the kid, we gon’ kill ’em (We gon’ get that nigga)
Get the drop, then you know I’m a sinner (Brrt)
No tags on the whip, no rentals
Ayy, hop out, let me see them feet work, nigga
We ain’t finna shoot out no window
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Dope, money, greed, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah
Dope, money, greed, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah
[Outro: NLE Choppa]
Dope
Money
Green, nah, nah, nah
Mm, nah, nah
Nah, nah, mm, nah, nah
Dope, mm, nah, money, green, nah, nah
