Dopeboys

[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda]
Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers
Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers

[Verse 1: Muney Makkin Murda]
Muney Makkin Murda, I'm that [?] squad nigga
[?] with two dollars, side bitch, you need to remember
I left [?] but her name, I can't remember
I went to bed with her, nigga, woke up on her sister
She handed me my pistol, while I'm slipping on my Trues
Pornstar head, I'm just laughing on that booty
Flavor having ass nigga, never paid for the coochie
Diamonds on my wrist, the motherfucker looking fruity
You snitched on your plug, nigga, now you looking stupid
732 doors slam [?]
[?] like this bitch sound ruthlous
They ran in my spot, I left them pigs looking clueless

[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda]
Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers
Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers

[Verse 2: Muney Makkin Murda]
Tryna take my spending nigga, I got some [?]
I'll pop you with the 449, your brain somewhere on Pluto
I got them bails [?] just like Home Alone
[?] my zone
The bitch all in my ear, talking 'bout man, you did me wrong
I gave you all my [?] phone
Bitch, quit that lil money, I bought you Gucci shit with two tone
That nigga heard of me, [?] stay home
I got [?] homies dead, shit, I hate my niggas gone
They watching me from heaven, that's why I put on
I had to get my number changed, [?] playing on my phone
Nigga [?] calone

[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda]
Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers
Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers

[Verse 3: Muney Makkin Murda]
I put my Louis on, [?] reason
Probably why your bitch wanna eat the dick to pieces
You better watch your girl, homie, you know these hoes sneaky
I'm going back to Cali, nigga, I'm tryna fuck with Pinky
[?]
I don't fuck with your kind, nigga, that's why I'm not speaking
Real niggas fuck with me, they salute me when they see me
Different bad bitch, everytime flex see me
[?] black diamonds, bitch, lips stay shining
Money on my mind, Murda can't stop grinding
At the hideout trapping, [?] rappers can't fuck with me
We got our own money, and we ain't finna sign shit

[Chorus: Muney Makkin Murda]
Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers
Dope boys, doing what the fuck we wanna
Street money, [?] blowing marajuana
And when I get hungry, have lunch at Benihana
The trap stay jumping, nigga doing [?] numbers