Cassius Clay Damn, Duke. This shit wavy I feel like a dope boy, well, fuck, I am a dope boy She gon' fuck with me before she ever fuck a broke boy I feel like a dope boy, well, bitch, I am a dope boy I serve that French Montana, in the trap house with the coke boys Diamond-studded Balenciaga coat in a Rolls-Royce I just fucked a bad little IG bitch at the Four Points In '05, we was ridin' 'round on inches like the po-boys I pop the top, V12 on all my engines, they make no noise Just come and shop, we got chickens in the coop, they're by the flock She just post a picture, ain't use no filters 'cause her body pop We gon' share this Perc', 'cause more than half gon' make her body lock Pull up at the candy store and let her lick this lollipop Go back to the basics, I got open cases They don't know who did it 'cause we covered up our faces Little bitch, I'm in the club with the Indiana Pacers Marquis Daniels, I came with the Raiders Nothin' less than seven figures when we out in Vegas I pop out with seven bitches, I be ElimiDatin' I might cook up in the kitchen, got bricks in the basement Whippin' up a baby, count it up daily I feel like a dope boy, well, fuck, I am a dope boy She gon' fuck with me before she ever fuck a broke boy I feel like a dope boy, well, bitch, I am a dope boy I serve that French Montana, in the trap house with the coke boys I did everything except fuck Sexyy Red But if I ever do, I swear to God, that pussy dead If I get a chance, I'ma go put an AP on Bernice APB out on the daughter, Draya did it, I ain't sorry I get money bags, big-booty bitch look just like Ari Diamonds offset in my Patek watch, I need a Cardi She look like a stallion, stand up in that bitch like Pardi Tryna be like Mike, I might just lose my Lori Harvey They're penny-pinchin', I don't trip 'bout no bitch, 'cause I got plenty women She don't wear no bra, my little bitch raw, look how them titties sittin' Look how them twenties sittin', suicide doors up My bro kept quiet, took his ten, 'cause we don't never fold up Went to Wafi and spent me a quarter-ticket, now I'm froze up Bitch be actin' bougie, little ho broke, but got her nose up My bank account got several Os like Dunkin Donuts My baby mama happy long as she don't bring my hoes up I feel like a dope boy, well, fuck, I am a dope boy She gon' fuck with me before she ever fuck a broke boy I feel like a dope boy, well, bitch, I am a dope boy I serve that French Montana, in the trap house with the coke boys