Lyrics Better Dope - 2 Chainz, Cap 1

Better Dope

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco
All I ever wanted was some better dope
Better dope (x4)
Gold in a nigga
The Window tinted
I got a tahoe for the heaters
up on the money cuz I feel like I could get it
All of this work, I be feeling like El Jefe
Tatted up and looking like a ese'
Got a pocket rocking on me in the
Got a hundred pounds or a gallon, out in one day
Break out the and I bring it to you
Made it out the projects, holla hallelujah
Slanging the fish, on the phone, barracudas
Niggas shoot Rugers, putting hoes in madudas
Mace in my hella coca
Step off the plane with work and Pennacchio
With the Mexico the bigger mocha mutha
Money keep coming, my cup runneth over
Pull up on a nigga with the packs
Give a nigga this and serve a nigga with a strap
Told em when it come to the commas, think a nigga momma put her in a Honda,
drive her straight down the ramp
Yeah I need a stamp, cuz a nigga might send it
You know I need racks, cuz a nigga might spend it
I could buy a back, when I pad that
All I ride is nigga I’m allergic to hemis
I could take a brick and turn that shit to a Bentley
I could take a village and turn it to a mansion
I’m about dinero and I’m rockin' a sombrero
All I scream is church, like a nigga tryna pastor
Pull up (x5)
Damn boy looking like a computer
Still down the
All I talk is chicken, like I’m wooping it at Hoodas
On the low man, low noodles
29 grams if it come with the plastic
Got a brick the same color Alaska
Stretching the like I would to a elastic
I can go slow then I can go faster
Been graduated, been flipping my
I might move away, cuz these hoes harassing