Dopeman Songtext
von Michael “5000” Watts

Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain′t got my money nigga, please you ain't getting shit
I ain′t looking for the ladies, I'm looking to hit a lick
I ain't thinking strip club, I′m just thinking flip a brick
Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain′t got my money nigga, please you ain't getting shit
I ain′t fucking with no 20's or no dimes or no nicks
I′m serving the ones that serve the ones that serve and it's big

I′m a hustler, baller, serving niggas bricks
Pull a smooth trick and yank a nina out the brick
Talking free seven thou, watch that money pile
Ask them haters how you doing, how the fuck you like me now?
D-Town love me, Greedy Grove love me
My jefe cross the border, man they keep that order coming
30 Piece in the kitchen got me re-wrapped silly
I don't push a Maybach but I counted a meek milli


Fish scale dizzy, money machine humming
Stayed up all night finger fucking a cool hundred
Too savvy with me migos, that mean I know the lingo
Big wheels touchdown, and them runners holla bingo
Hog on that road, get money in four states

Sell it to you soft, whip it or go straight
Presidential on the Rollie, flooded it off shakes
Flakes in the case, got lakes on these steaks and a

Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain't got my money nigga, please you ain′t getting shit
I ain′t looking for the ladies, I'm looking to hit a lick
I ain′t thinking strip club, I'm just thinking flip a brick
Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain′t got my money nigga, please you ain't getting shit
I ain′t fucking with no 20's or no dimes or no nicks
I'm serving the ones that serve the ones that serve and it′s big

They think they balling cause they got some rocks
How you re-up a 50 pack, man that shit gotta stop
Look I ain′t eyeballing shit, I always got a clock
Hit this and then hit that, where it go I always got a spot
Look don't be talking on my phone all crazy
You ain′t spending no money, you just want four and a baby


Shit, I thought you was balling just a week ago
The order was 18, I knew better than to believe it though
I'm 45 South, I′m 45 North
I got 45 hard, I got 45 soft
Black on black on black, you know that's worth the band draw
What the fuck is a car note? Y′all know I had to cash out
Fuck skinny jeans, that shit look like booty blisters
Besides I can't hide my work and I can't hide my pistol
I made a quarter million dollars off a quarter ki
This what it′s gon′ cost you, fuck what you was tryna offer me

Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain't got my money nigga, please you ain′t getting shit
I ain't looking for the ladies, I′m looking to hit a lick
I ain't thinking strip club, I′m just thinking flip a brick
Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain't got my money nigga, please you ain't getting shit
I ain′t fucking with no 20′s or no dimes or no nicks
I'm serving the ones that serve the ones that serve and it′s big

I'm a dope man, get it how you want it, clean or sloppy man
I be the first to get the work, my shit ain′t touched no other hand
You talking bout your money, big off in a rubber band
I make deposits just like Tony, duffel bags off in the van
Some people I can't stand, but I still serve ′em though
You see me pull up, rims be floating on the Caddy slow
My prices staying low, bricks go for 24
But if some RiRi want some fish homie I charge her more
No knock, I'm in the door, where'd everybody go?
Some moving it fast, some moving it quick, some moving it really slow

I trap it out for ′bout three months and then it′s time to go

I hit the road before them people come and kick the door

And everybody know, I came up out that Grove
That greedy money, how we get it, boy be living throwed
And ain't nobody got time to be out here chasing hoes
I′d rather get some bows and break 'em, flip ′em down and load

Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain't got my money nigga, please you ain′t getting shit
I ain't looking for the ladies, I'm looking to hit a lick
I ain′t thinking strip club, I′m just thinking flip a brick
Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain't got my money nigga, please you ain′t getting shit
I ain't fucking with no 20′s or no dimes or no nicks
I'm serving the ones that serve the ones that serve and it′s big

I got you homie, how much you want? Bring the money, let's count it up
Range Rover outside the club, I dropped a soma inside my cup
Big drank, you know it's sealed, my niggas going in for the kill
I spit that shit them boys feel from Ferguson to that Coalfield
Niggas go crazy over bricks of the white
See that house on the lake, it′s for the kids and the wife
Texas boy, paranoid, cause I got that guala now
Let the niggas try me, loaded chopper with them hollows

Started nigga from three grams, trying to whip me a candy Lam
Got a brick from a kinfolk, give me two minutes I can make it ten
Thousand zips from the Yucatan
Cross the border when it touch the land
Made a mil off of each hand, I could probably cook it off a sauce pan
Leo lean with the platinum spoon, got plastic bags all in the room
Hit the trap, finna smoke some kush
Finna pop a molly, finna act a fool
Z-Ro with the Mike D with the Lucky Lou, man this a hit
Dope man in my neighborhood, finna charge his ass for a half a brick

Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain′t got my money nigga, please you ain't getting shit
I ain′t looking for the ladies, I'm looking to hit a lick
I ain′t thinking strip club, I'm just thinking flip a brick
Dope man, please can I have another hit?
You ain′t got my money nigga, please you ain't getting shit
I ain't fucking with no 20′s or no dimes or no nicks
I′m serving the ones that serve the ones that serve and it's big