Drug Dealers Dream

Please hold while I locate your information. Your checking account available balance is $92,153,183.28. This reflects the most current information available on your account 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 nigga Shoutout to MMG, cause we the hottest nigga 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 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 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'