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Drug Dealers Dream - Rick Ross
Mighty Mohamed, son of Osama

Son of a betch

One time for my mama

Tats on my back, tats on my face

Betch I'm a don, can you relate?

It's never too late
My nigers were rely

Never would say

My nigger were same

Know I'm a sinner, now give me my sentence

Labeled a hustla, look at my Benz
One time for Black, one time for Nut

One time for Gucci, one time for Kano

One time for Dizzle

This my realest

One time for Trav and all the drug dealers

Murda, a muthafuckin murda
No, you didn't see it but I know you fuckin heard it
Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin

Is this a drug dealer's dream
Cus all I ever see is dimes on disease

Mansion on the water, home in the hills

Let the fed tell it, it really isn't his

Photograph our endeavors, plottin potential setups
See the extra promotion
Tax charges, etcetera
Confiscated the whips, concentratin on flips
Contemplatin a trip, congregatin for bricks
Lord know I'm a sinner
Be more than the winter
Ignited the trash to make you a killer
Lord forgive these bitches
Getting they money strippin

Chasin this fast money, next time we do it different

Shout out to KOD, shout out to Onyx
Shout out to MMG, know we the hottest

Yea, yea

Yea

Murda, a muthafuckin murda

No, you didn't see it but I know you betches heard it
Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin

Aggravated work, this distracted all of my foes
Wannabe friends, we just takin control
Get vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance
Better fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance

I see the rich go to jail

He put Wi Fi in his cell

Middle of the night, my niggas wanna Skype

I just count money for him, next just get him high

They say it's hard to smile with a double life

In the middle of the night with a bloody knife

Lord give em a chance, every man should be free
He wanted him a degree but got him a key

Open that door, just hopin for more

They gave him a bar, I gave him a Porsche

I gave him a name, I gave him a shot

I gave him the game, I gave him a block

Smoking on that gas, I be thinkin too fast

Drug dealers' dream, now I just this cash

Boy tatted on my neck

A real nigga, boy I never write a check

Murda, a muthafuckin murda
No, you didn't see it but I know you betches heard it
Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin