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 [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. 
[Rick ross] 
I got rugs by the dope, 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? 
[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. 
[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 on geechi 
Presidentials on 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 are mad we made it 
Look at them niggas they mad we made it. 
[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. 
[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 ancient 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. 
[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. 
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