[Flame] 🔥 Rick Ross - D.O.P.E. Lyrics
[Intro: Future & Jessica Gomes]
[Hendrix, Rozay]
[Freeband Gang], Double M
 Maybach music
[Hook: Future]
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope
 Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
 Run up get murked
 I got time on my wrist and it’s an Audemar
 I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
 I got rugs by the door, Versace on the floor
 Chest full of ink, pussy on the sink
 My safe full of stones, my phone’s always on
 When my eyes start to roll, you know I’m in the zone
 Rubber bands on the five, r-rubber band on the ten
 Gave a bitch all the dubs, hundred grand on the Benz
 Got a truck full of dope, plug on the coke
 Renzel done came up, prosecutors want to know
 Is everything dope? Is everything dope?
 How does everything go?
 And why does every body know?
 How does every body know?
 Why does every body know?
[Hook: Future]
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope
 Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
 Run up get murked
 I got time on my wrist and it’s an Audemar
 I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
[Verse 2: Future]
 Pinky ring got dope on it
 Sipping lean keep dope on me
 Switching lanes like them folks on me
 Twenty chains got dope on me
 VVS’s that’s dope on me
 Fell in love with the dope angle
 Pyrex got good work in it
 Minute Maid put syrup in it
 Got a mermaid dripping Hermes
 Popping pills in the early
 Her head game so geeked up
 I’m making money got me Geechi
 My rolex so Geechi
 Presidentials so Geechi
 See my whips they Geechi
 Roll up Back’s they Geechi
 Racks on racks they Geechi
 And my whole hood Geechi
 Let’s get intoxicated, oh let’s get intoxicated
 Niggas they mad we made it
 Look at them niggas they mad we made it
[Hook: Future]
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope
 Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
 Run up get murked
 I got time on my wrist and it’s an Audemar
 I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
 Fed’s at the door, I done flushed all the dope
 I done run out the back, breakfast on the stove
 I’m a ain’t shit nigga, fucking the same bitch nigga
 Only one small difference, I’m a straight rich nigga
 We bury money in the fields
 Mansions in the hill
 Strippers at the crib, this 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
[Hook: Future]
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope, everything dope
 Everything dope
 Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
 Run up get murked
 I got time on my wrist and it’s an Audemar
 I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
[Outro: Jessica Gomes]
 Maybach music