[Intro]

(Jahlil Beats, holla at me!)

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]

Light skin broad, fuck her in the car

And gave her my work, told her put it in her bra

Next week this time, she killin' them all

Tell your ex nigga I'ma show him how to ball

I'm a dope boy, kush flowery

Ain't been a better bad boy since Mike Lowery

Fresh like I dry cleaned the whole wardrobe

My team doing numbers, check the bar codes

I don't chase money, don't ever chase bitches

I just chase liquor, with hella mo liquor

Back in my city, I'm a guerilla

I got that uncut, I'm a dope dealer!

[Chorus: Red Cafe]

I'm dope boy, balling

I swear I should be playing at the garden

I'm looking like dope boy, in my Jordans

And I ain't flipping numbers 'til the morning

I let it go, let it go, let it go

I let it go, let it go

[Verse 2: Diddy]

Yeah, last time when you seen me I was in that blue thing

With a supermodel now, I'm in that new thing

With a newer model and I made her pump the gas

Took her up to Harlem, then I pumped that ass

I remember I was counting five hundred milly

Around the same time Weezy recorded A Milli

One for the money, two for the money

Love a real bitch that's all about her money!

Sorry ass niggas out here looking funny

So im in my own world, spaced out, Kid Cudi

Hold the fuck up! R.I.P HUDDY

We're still stuntin' on 'em got the hood going dummy

[Chorus: Red Cafe]

I'm dope boy, balling

I swear I should be playing at the garden

I'm looking like dope boy, in my Jordans

And I ain't flipping numbers 'til the morning

I let it go, let it go, let it go

I let it go, let it go

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Slumber party in apartments

I should win a drug dealing contest

I'm so real, you could catch a contact

Got that dough dick, I can make her come back

I still sleep with my scale

All I had for breakfast was an L

All I had for dinner was some good pussy

I got a package in the mail with some good Kushy

Bring your girl here, I might spoil her

Four door porsche with the spoiler

I keep killing pussy, call my lawyer

Make my girl Jackson like Latoya

[Chorus: Red Cafe]

I'm dope boy, balling

I swear I should be playing at the garden

I'm looking like dope boy, in my Jordans

And I ain't flipping numbers 'til the morning

I let it go, let it go, let it go

I let it go, let it go

[Verse 4: French Montana]

More jewels, more cars and more skrilla

Last sleep, first up like a dope dealer

Purple leaf for the smoky mirrors

I ride on your bitch with a four wheeler

Uh, sharp shooter like the old Miller

Banana clip, gon' play Gorilla

Stepping on your own blood, there's your red bottoms

Shot my homie penthouse, the feds got him

Look at Shawty ass she can't stand straight

Spent your down payment on my landscape

Any means necessary, I'ma gon' get it

You're fucking with the niggas hands on with it

[Chorus: Red Cafe]

I'm dope boy, balling

I swear I should be playing at the garden

I'm looking like dope boy, in my Jordans

And I ain't flipping numbers 'til the morning

I let it go, let it go, let it go

I let it go, let it go