Lyrics Dope Money - Lox Chatterbox , Pep.
Yeah,
I
want
the
dope
money,
the
fresh
off
the
boat
money
Want
the
dope
money,
the
dope,
the
dope
money
Want
the
dope
money,
the
fresh
off
the
boat
money
Want
the
dope
money,
the
dope,
the
dope
money
Want
the
dope,
dope,
dope
I
want
the
dope,
dope,
the
dope
money
Dope,
dope,
dope,
dope,
dope
Want
the,
the
dope
money
Uh,
I'm
super
high,
suicide
Uh,
I'm
super
fried,
supersized
Uh,
I'm
coming
through,
like
who
are
you?
Uh,
you
just
a
snack,
Scooby
Doo
You
tryna
cop?
I'm
tryna
flip
You
got
the
guap?
I
got
the
zips
I
got
the
spot,
I'm
'bout
to
hit
I
got
the
drop,
you
lost
your
grip
Yo
it's
not
enough,
not
a
chance
I'll
give
up
Want
a
hundred
million
dollars
and
a
fucking
armored
truck
Want
the
sauce
and
the
gravy,
going
macadamia
crazy
Ain't
a
god
that
you
pray
to
in
this
universe
can
save
me
I
want
it
all,
want
it
all,
want
it
all
I
will
never
stop
'til
I
die,
uh
Big
plans,
one-hundred
kilograms
Dead
presidents
raining
from
the
sky
I
just
want
a
duffle
bag,
duffle
bag
Filled
up
with
the
hundred
bands,
hundred
bands
I
just
want
a
duffle
bag,
duffle
bag
Filled
up
with
the
hundred
bands,
hundred
bands
I
just
want
a
duffle
bag,
duffle
bag
Filled
up
with
the
hundred
bands,
hundred
bands
I
just
want
a
duffle
bag,
duffle
bag
Filled
up
with
the
hundred
bands,
hundred
bands
I
want
the
dope
money,
the
fresh
off
the
boat
money
Want
the
dope
money,
the
dope,
the
dope
money
Want
the
dope
money,
the
fresh
off
the
boat
money
Want
the
dope
money,
the
dope,
the
dope
money
Want
the
dope-,
I
want
it
all,
want
it
all,
want
it
all
I
will
never
stop
'til
I
die,
uh
Big
plans,
one-hundred
kilograms
Dead
presidents
raining
from
the
sky
Hop
in
the
whip
and
I
roll,
hop
and
I
dip
and
I
glide,
yup
Copping
a
brick
and
I
slide,
nobody
know
what
I'm
buying
yet
I
been
a
regular
killer
though,
I
been
a
regular
suspect
I
get
ridiculous
high,
all
I
been
doing
is
dope
shit
Roll
it
and
smoke
it,
I'm
like
the
holiest
ghost
If
I
was
the
only
one
left
after
Armageddon
I
quote
it
It's
only
facts
that
I'm
stating,
it's
only
facts
in
my
statements
I'm
like
the
Patrick
of
Bateman's,
only
you
bitches
ain't
know
it
Bitch
I'm
sick
as
fuck,
you
cosmetic,
getting
nip
n
tucked
I'm
pacific
ocean
chilling,
getting
my
sucked
Getting
liquored
up,
like
Winston,
I
got
Gin
in
cup
Uh,
you
motherfuckers
better
listen
up
I
want
it
all,
want
it
all,
want
it
all
I
will
never
stop
'til
I
die,
uh
Big
plans,
one-hundred
kilograms
Dead
presidents
raining
from
the
sky
Want
the
dope,
dope,
dope
I
want
the
dope,
dope,
dope
money
Dope,
dope,
dope,
dope,
dope
Want
the,
the
dope
money
![Lox Chatterbox feat. Pep. - How To Live Forever](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/q/3/m/l/_jrc7glm3q.jpg)
1 How To Live Forever
2 Mind Tricks
3 Poison
4 Superstitious
5 With You
6 Homicide
7 Dope Money
8 Dreadlands
9 My Religion
10 Looking For Trouble
11 Shape Shift
12 Don't Blink
13 Why Lie
14 Not Today
15 Broken
16 Running From Death
17 Shades
18 I Need You
19 Fvck Me Up x WTF
20 Throw It Away
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