Rick Ross - Drug Dealer's Dream Lyrics
(Verse)Mighty Mohamed, son of OsamaSon of a pervertOne time for my mamaTats on my back, tats on my faceI'm a don, can you relate?It's never too lateMaybach whip you layNever would sayBang bang with the saintsKnow I'm a sinner, now give me my sentenceLabeled a hustla, look at my BenzOne time for Black, one time for NutOne time for Gucci, one time for KanoOne time for DizzleThis my realestOne time for Trav and all the drug dealers(Hook)Murda, a mutha*****in murdaNo, you didn't see it but I know you *****in heard itBlood on the counter, damn I miss my dawgI'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin(Verse)Is this a drug dealer's dreamCus all I ever see is dimes on diseaseMansion on the water, home in the hillsLet the fed tell it, it really isn't hisPhotograph our endeavors, plottin potential setupsSee the extra promotionTax charges, etceteraConfiscated the whips, concentratin on flipsContemplatin a trip, congregatin for bricksLord know I'm a sinnerBe more than the winterIgnited the trash to make you a killerLord forgive these *****esGetting they money strippinChasin this fast money, next time we do it differentShout out to KOD, shout out to OnyxShout out to MMG, know we the hottestYea, yeaYea(Hook)Murda, a mutha*****in murdaNo, you didn't see it but I know you *****in heard itBlood on the counter, damn I miss my dawgI'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin(Verse)Aggravated work, this distracted all of my foesWannabe friends, we just takin controlGet vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearanceBetter fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearanceI see the rich go to jailHe put Wi Fi in his cellMiddle of the night, my niggas wanna SkypeI just count money for him, next just get him highThey say it's hard to smile with a double lifeIn the middle of the night with a bloody knifeLord give em a chance, every man should be freeHe wanted him a degree but got him a keyOpen that door, just hopin for moreThey gave him a bar, I gave him a PorscheI gave him a name, I gave him a shotI gave him the game, I gave him a blockSmoking on that gas, I be thinkin too fastDrug dealers' dream, now I just this cashBoy tatted on my neckA real nigga, boy I never write a check
