Dope b*tch lyrics

by

Rick Ross


I love a Daytona rose gold Rolex, the black face, a good Fendi fur, some Tom Ford thigh high's and a crocodile Birkin. I'm set. I'm not basic right here

Not basic? (Not basic)

Nah, no basic b*tches allowed

Why? What they do?

Basic b*tches make me nervous. Yes. They make me nervous. You wanna impress? Here, I'm gon' show you. If you're a boss, this stack right here falls out of your pocket, you don't even got time to pick it up. (You keep walking) You don't got time. You keep going. It's probably not worth your time. (Your minutes cost more than the stack.) Keep it moving. (Alrght.) Keep it fresh. (Keep it fresh. Keep it money, baby. All day.) It's our money dance. I have my basic b*tches pick up my money for me. I pay my basic b*tches to pick up my money for me

Alright, that's cool

I tell 'em keep it. Buy something nice. I heard Raven's having a sale. Yes. You know the real boss b*tches though? Call up George Condo. Make me a f*cking one of a kind

One of one's?

One of one's

How much was it?

Priceless, baby

Priceless. So what's a typical shopping day for ya'll? How much? Like on a tab?

Typical shopping -- it's never typical with me
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