DopeMan - Hunnit Grand Mafia, Bankroll Fresh, Boochie

I’m a dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man

Gucci stay fresh like the dope man, dope man

Everybody holla at the dope man, dope man

Come and spend some dollars with the dope man, dope man

Yeah I’m the dope man

Something like the Birdman

Ridin' outta town

50 birds in my 'burban

Servin', splurgin'

You could say I’m workin'

Got washing powder

I ain’t talkin' 'bout detergent

Young nigga coppin' 9s and 4s

Got me in my trap house

Standin' over the stove

My money long like Pinocchio nose

That’s my why trap open early

And the bitch don’t close

Man I love the trap

And if my arms were big enough

I would hug the trap

Because I still do the dirt

I’m in the carpool lane

'Cause it’s me and my work

I got a trick up my sleeve

Got a 5 grand plate quarter

Brick up my sleeve

Niggas call me the dope man

The whole hood shoppin'

Gucci Mane, I’m the dope man