Drug Dealers Dream
Rick Ross Song Lyrics

[Intro]

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[Rick ross]

This on everything I love

I done came too far to look back

Lord protect my soul, you heard me?

Check

[Verse 1]

Mighty muhammad, son of osama

Son of a bitch, one time for my momma

Tats on my back, tats on my face

Bitch I'm a don, can you relate?

It's never too late, my niggas, relate

Never would say, my niggas is saints

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

Labelled a hustler, look at my benz

One time for black, nigga, one time for nut, nigga

One time for gucci, nigga, one time for cano, nigga

One time for bizzle, nigga, these my realest niggas

One time for trav, nigga, and all them dope dealers

[Hook]

Murder, a mothafuckin' murder

No you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it

Blood on the corner, damn I miss my dawg

I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin'

[Verse 2]

Is this a drug dealers dream?

Cause all I ever see is niggas dyin' from disease

Mansion on the water, home in the hills

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

Photograph our endeavors, plottin' potential set-ups

See me as a promotion, tax charges, etcetera

Confiscated the whips, concentratin' on flips

Contemplatin' the trip, congregatin' for bricks

Lord knows I'm a sinner, it was cold in the winter

Eatin' out of the trash, shit would make you a killer

Lord forgive these bitches, gettin' their money strippin'

Chasin' this fast money, next time we'll do it different

Shoutout to kod, shoutout to onyx

Shoutout to mmg, cause we the hottest

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Aggravated with hoes, distracted all of my foes

Niggas want to be friends, we just takin' control

Nigga vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance

Barely fit in a lambo but did it for the appearance

I seen a rich nigga go to jail

He put wi fi in his cell

Middle of the night, my nigga wanna skype

I just count money for him, that shit just get him hype

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

In the middle of the night with a bloody knife

Lord give him a chance, every man should be free

He wanted him a degree but got him a ki

Open that door, just hopin' for more

They gave him a bond, 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

Smokin' on that gas, I be thinkin' too fast

Drug dealer's dream, now let's count this cash

Dope boy tatted on my neck

A real dope boy, I never write a check

[Hook]