Songtexte DOPEMAN - Amoneygreen

I am the dope man with a million dollar plans
Paper cuts on my hands, came from counting up these bands
Make a couple grand, wrap em in some rubber bands
Got em bumping all my jams, turn a hater to a fan

I can't get no sleep, these phones ringing like a chat line
Distribution checks every month for these rap lines
Old heads hating on money cuz they grind flat line
I don't even trip, I go all around the map flyin
Profit over gossip, niggas chatty like Wendy Williams
CEO and I can't even stop till I see plenty millions
Superhero no cape, had to slay many villains
You don't trap, how I trap you in a petty dealings

I am the dope man with a million dollar plans
Paper cuts on my hands, came from counting up these bands
Make a couple grand, wrap em in some rubber bands
Got em bumping all my jams, turn a hater to a fan

I did it my way, with no help and no hand out
You ain't ever reach down in your pants and pull out a band out
You was the man when you had the money, then it ran out
Middle fingers to all you motherfuckers that be fanned out
All these fake lifestyles on the insta they be grammed out
Treat the corner just like Pop Warner, when I ran routes
Got my own business to stand on, that's why I stand out
I'm the type to put my mans up, not the type to cross my mans out

I am the dope man with a million dollar plans
Paper cuts on my hands, came from counting up these bands
Make a couple grand, wrap em in some rubber bands
Got em bumping all my jams, turn a hater to a fan