Lupe Fiasco - DopeBoysAtAllStarWeekend Lyrics
Locker room they getting ready, all jury called, getting heavyFish nets and them high heels, we team Louis, we team GucciNo Pelle, all Bentley's, no Chevy's, all tittiesNo bellies, all yella's, black tats and they ass clappingLooking deadly and that pole clean, stage name and a nose ringShoeboxes like four weeks from four blocks, bring the whole thingBasketball money is so long, rap money only lasts four songsDope money, still a king here and they cornered us so they go homeKillers lurk and they chillin', camera man, he feel meFeeling good, I'm feeling, my mama watch my childrenSecurity know that we dealing, lights all in that ceilingDJ let them hoes know, dope money in the buildingThey ain't really out here getting paidBut these niggas out here rapping my lifeI been in the trap all day but your hoes be on the back all nightDope money in the building, dope money in the buildingDope, dope, dope, dope, dope money in the buildingDope money in the building, dope money in the buildingDope, dope, dope, dope, dope money in the buildingDope money in the buildingNow rap boy come show respect to that lifestyle that he rap 'boutBasketball player don't know it yet but that car came from that trap houseThat platinum car mean good credit, but street credit don't max outA elegant little strip tease, and when you ask some tricks they lapse outBentley trunk in that raffle, call the troops and let the city shineSend a bottle to my rival and then we send a bottle back over to mineShe super loose, she super fine, doing loopty-loops in those pole climbsAnd rap come through get a song drop, and the real shit play, all the wayThem hood girls know the whole rhyme, connect here and we chillingD.A. they filming, I ain't going cause I'm brilliantKilo, quarter million, no freaks though no spinachSuch a feeling when it's dope money in the buildingThey ain't really out here getting paidBut these niggas out here rapping my lifeI been in the trap all day but your hoes be on the back all nightDope money in the building, dope money in the buildingDope, dope, dope, dope, dope money in the buildingDope money in the building, dope money in the buildingDope, dope, dope, dope, dope money in the buildingDope money in the buildingIt's so sick, you can feel the presence when you hereBasketball player 'bout to fall in love with that little girl, but that's her job, head over hereDo it, don't interfere with these lights and music help engineerThese money motivated romances that a pay your rent for like a whole yearWhat you thought it was lil' nigga, what you thought was the goal hereDevil all up in this *****, that's why I ain't bring my soul hereMy partner happy on parole here, I stand up and get a cold stareByproduct of them drug times, if we leave then the club diesGirls don't want us going nowhere, coat check cause it's cold hereGirls don't want us going nowhere, coat check cause it's cold hereNow they gotta just kick it with the lamesAnd maybe pop it for some tickets to the gameDamn, drogas
