Better Dope - 2 Chainz, Cap 1

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some better dope

Better dope (x4)

Gold in a nigga

The Window tinted

I got a tahoe for the heaters

up on the money cuz I feel like I could get it

All of this work, I be feeling like El Jefe

Tatted up and looking like a ese'

Got a pocket rocking on me in the

Got a hundred pounds or a gallon, out in one day

Break out the and I bring it to you

Made it out the projects, holla hallelujah

Slanging the fish, on the phone, barracudas

Niggas shoot Rugers, putting hoes in madudas

Mace in my hella coca

Step off the plane with work and Pennacchio

With the Mexico the bigger mocha mutha

Money keep coming, my cup runneth over

Pull up on a nigga with the packs

Give a nigga this and serve a nigga with a strap

Told em when it come to the commas, think a nigga momma put her in a Honda,

drive her straight down the ramp

Yeah I need a stamp, cuz a nigga might send it

You know I need racks, cuz a nigga might spend it

I could buy a back, when I pad that

All I ride is nigga I’m allergic to hemis

I could take a brick and turn that shit to a Bentley

I could take a village and turn it to a mansion

I’m about dinero and I’m rockin' a sombrero

All I scream is church, like a nigga tryna pastor

Pull up (x5)

Damn boy looking like a computer

Still down the

All I talk is chicken, like I’m wooping it at Hoodas

On the low man, low noodles

29 grams if it come with the plastic

Got a brick the same color Alaska

Stretching the like I would to a elastic

I can go slow then I can go faster

Been graduated, been flipping my

I might move away, cuz these hoes harassing