Dope B*tch Skit - Rick Ross
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Dope B*tch Skit Lyrics
I love a Daytona rose gold Rolex, the black face,
I got a Fendi fur, some Tom Ford thigh high's and a crocodile Birkin.
That's not basic right hereNot basic?Nah, no basic bitches allowedWhy?Basic bitches make me nervous. Yes
They make me nervous. You wanna impress?
Yeah, 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. Keep it fresh. (Keep it fresh. Keep it money, baby. All day.)
It's our money dance
I have my basic bitches pick up my money for me.
I pay my basic bitches to pick up my money for meAlright, that's coolI tell 'em keep it. Buy something nice.
I heard Raven's having a sale.
Yes.
You know the real boss bitches though?
It's called George condo.
Make me a fucking one of a kindOne in one'sOne in one'sHow much was it?Priceless, babyPriceless. So what's a typical shopping day for you? How much?Typical shopping, it's never typical with meThat day you goIt depends on what kind of mood I'm in that dayYou're in the mood to shopI'm in the mood to shop?RightCan't put a price on thatShe doesn't wanna make you nervousI don't wanna make you nervous, baby. I don't wanna make you nervousI don't think you can. I ain't been nervous in a minute, in a whileYou sure? You're not nervous right now?Do I look nervous? I'm relaxedYeah?I'm so relaxed. I'm probably too relaxedYou're relaxedYeahLet's make him a little nervousHow are we gonna make you nervous?Give him my numberI don't think you canYou sure? My shoes don't make you nervous?Not at allAre you sure? My wrists?That's a nice wristHow about my earrings? They make you nervous?NahNah? My weave make you nervous?You wanna know what basic bitches do?
They wash their hair with shampoo.
You know what we wash our hair with?I wash my hair with fucking champagne, baby.
(All day) Champagne. (All day)I hope it's Belaire RoséI bathe in Belaire Rosé. I have people wash me in Belaire Rosé.
People fucking throw rose petals at me when I walk by.
They throw Belaire RoséWhy they do that?I'm a fucking boss. Ugh. Was that good? How was that?
Ugh. I can't take, was that great?But there really is a lot of money on the floor. What is that?
Songwriters
Williams, Roberts IIPublished by
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.