Rick Ross

Hendrix
Rozay
Cobain gang
Double M

Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope (haa)
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope

Haa

Bag full of percs
Co- for the syrup
Run up, get murked
Haa

I got time on my wrist and it's an audemars
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car

I got rugs by the door
Versace on the floor
Chest full of ink
Pussy on the sink
My safe full of stone
My phone is always on
When my eyes start to roll
You know I'm in the zone
Rubber bands on the five
Rubber band on the ten
Gave a bitch all the dubs
Hundred grand on the Benz
Got a trunk full of dope
Plug on the coke
Renzel done came up
Prosecutors wanna know
Is everything dope
Is everything dope
How does everything go

And why does everybody know, haaa
How does everybody know, haaa
Why does everybody know, haaa

Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope, haaa
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope
Haaa
Bag full of percs

Co- for the syrup
Run up, get murked, haa
I got time on my wrist and it's an audemars
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car

Pinky ring got dope on it
Sippin' lean, keep dope on me
Switchin' lanes like them folks on me
Twenty chains, got dope on me
VVS' that's dope on me
Fell in love with the dope, baby
Pyrex, good worth in it
Minute Maid, put syrup in it
Got a mermaid drinking Hermans
Poppin' pills in the early
Her head game so geeked up
I'm making money, got me Geechie
My rolex so Geechie
Presidential so Geechie
See my whips, they Geechie
Roll up backs, they Geechie

Racks on racks, they Geechie
My whole hood Geechie
Let's get intoxicated, oh let's get intoxicated
Niggas, they mad we made it
Look at them niggas, they mad we made it

Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope, haaa
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope
Haaa

Bag full of percs
Co- for the syrup
Run up, get murked
Haaa
I got time on my wrist and it's an audemars
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car

Feds at the door
I done flushed all the dope
I done ran out the back
Breakfast on the stove
I'm a ain't shit nigga
Fuckin' the same bitch, nigga
Only one small difference
I'm a straight rich nigga
We bury money in the fields
Mansions in the hills
Strippers at the crib
This is how I live
Always wanna smoke
Always on the go
They always on my page
Waiting for the next post

Feds wanna know
They just wanna know
Is it really dope?
Is it really dope?
All this shit can't be his
This can't be real
Shawty ass so fine, that can't be real, haaa
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope, haaa
Everything dope
Everything dope
Everything dope
Haaa
Bag full of percs
Co- for the syrup
Run up, get murked
Haaa
I got time on my wrist and it's an audemars
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car