[{"id":12079777,"name":"Dope Boy","trackName":"Dope Boy","artistName":"Berner","albumName":"RICO","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nHey yo, big Bern', what's good?\nWe ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\nLotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\nBut we ain't got nothin' to talk about\nWe see everything, nigga\nMeet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\nWater wave\nyou move better, you do better (facts)\nDipset\n(Kill, kill)\n(Kill, kill)\nLet's go, uhh\n\nCam'Ron\nI get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\nYou gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\nI don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\nAll startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\nI was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\nYou still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\nPlease, outlet call me Felipe\nKeys of courtesy of Enrique, my\nThat means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\nTurn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\nI've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\nYou only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\nNigga\n\nBerner\nThe ex made a million of a job\nWrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\nBlack bag bandits\n\nBerner\nI'm runnin' through these Ms\nI'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\nThese rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\nI could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\nYeah, that's forty-five plus if it\nget there untouched (forty-five mil')\nPick me up from when the jet lands\nBlack bags in my Louie bag fresh\nfrom San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\nWhat's a ticket? Stop askin'\nAll three trucks pulled up,\nI'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\nBust down dancin', never been platinum\nNo gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\nI used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\nFuck it, send a half ton\nI swear this is my last one\nYeah\n\nJim Jones\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\nFeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\nProduced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\nWritten ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dope Boy\n  artist: Berner\n  album: RICO\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  Hey yo, big Bern', what's good?\n  We ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\n  Lotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\n  But we ain't got nothin' to talk about\n  We see everything, nigga\n  Meet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\n  Water wave\n  you move better, you do better (facts)\n  Dipset\n  (Kill, kill)\n  (Kill, kill)\n  Let's go, uhh\n\n  Cam'Ron\n  I get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\n  You gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\n  I don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\n  All startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\n  I was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\n  You still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\n  Please, outlet call me Felipe\n  Keys of courtesy of Enrique, my\n  That means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\n  Turn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\n  I've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\n  You only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\n  Nigga\n\n  Berner\n  The ex made a million of a job\n  Wrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\n  Black bag bandits\n\n  Berner\n  I'm runnin' through these Ms\n  I'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\n  These rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\n  I could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\n  Yeah, that's forty-five plus if it\n  get there untouched (forty-five mil')\n  Pick me up from when the jet lands\n  Black bags in my Louie bag fresh\n  from San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\n  What's a ticket? Stop askin'\n  All three trucks pulled up,\n  I'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\n  Bust down dancin', never been platinum\n  No gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\n  I used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\n  Fuck it, send a half ton\n  I swear this is my last one\n  Yeah\n\n  Jim Jones\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\n  FeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\n  Produced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\n  Written ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron\n"},{"id":20049760,"name":"Dope Boy","trackName":"Dope Boy","artistName":"Berner feat. Cam’ron & Jones, Jim","albumName":"Rico","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nHey yo, big Bern', what's good?\nWe ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\nLotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\nBut we ain't got nothin' to talk about\nWe see everything, nigga\nMeet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\nWater wave\nyou move better, you do better (facts)\nDipset\n(Kill, kill)\n(Kill, kill)\nLet's go, uhh\n\nCam'Ron\nI get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\nYou gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\nI don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\nAll startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\nI was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\nYou still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\nPlease, outlet call me Felipe\nKeys of courtesy of Enrique, my\nThat means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\nTurn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\nI've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\nYou only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\nNigga\n\nBerner\nThe ex made a million of a job\nWrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\nBlack bag bandits\n\nBerner\nI'm runnin' through these Ms\nI'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\nThese rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\nI could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\nYeah, that's forty-five plus if it\nget there untouched (forty-five mil')\nPick me up from when the jet lands\nBlack bags in my Louie bag fresh\nfrom San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\nWhat's a ticket? Stop askin'\nAll three trucks pulled up,\nI'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\nBust down dancin', never been platinum\nNo gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\nI used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\nFuck it, send a half ton\nI swear this is my last one\nYeah\n\nJim Jones\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\nFeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\nProduced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\nWritten ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dope Boy\n  artist: Berner feat. Cam’ron & Jones, Jim\n  album: Rico\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  Hey yo, big Bern', what's good?\n  We ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\n  Lotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\n  But we ain't got nothin' to talk about\n  We see everything, nigga\n  Meet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\n  Water wave\n  you move better, you do better (facts)\n  Dipset\n  (Kill, kill)\n  (Kill, kill)\n  Let's go, uhh\n\n  Cam'Ron\n  I get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\n  You gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\n  I don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\n  All startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\n  I was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\n  You still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\n  Please, outlet call me Felipe\n  Keys of courtesy of Enrique, my\n  That means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\n  Turn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\n  I've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\n  You only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\n  Nigga\n\n  Berner\n  The ex made a million of a job\n  Wrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\n  Black bag bandits\n\n  Berner\n  I'm runnin' through these Ms\n  I'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\n  These rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\n  I could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\n  Yeah, that's forty-five plus if it\n  get there untouched (forty-five mil')\n  Pick me up from when the jet lands\n  Black bags in my Louie bag fresh\n  from San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\n  What's a ticket? Stop askin'\n  All three trucks pulled up,\n  I'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\n  Bust down dancin', never been platinum\n  No gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\n  I used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\n  Fuck it, send a half ton\n  I swear this is my last one\n  Yeah\n\n  Jim Jones\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\n  FeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\n  Produced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\n  Written ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron\n"},{"id":12597566,"name":"Dope Boy","trackName":"Dope Boy","artistName":"Berner feat. Cam’ron & Jim Jones","albumName":"Rico","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nHey yo, big Bern', what's good?\nWe ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\nLotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\nBut we ain't got nothin' to talk about\nWe see everything, nigga\nMeet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\nWater wave\nyou move better, you do better (facts)\nDipset\n(Kill, kill)\n(Kill, kill)\nLet's go, uhh\n\nCam'Ron\nI get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\nYou gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\nI don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\nAll startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\nI was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\nYou still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\nPlease, outlet call me Felipe\nKeys of courtesy of Enrique, my\nThat means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\nTurn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\nI've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\nYou only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\nNigga\n\nBerner\nThe ex made a million of a job\nWrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\nBlack bag bandits\n\nBerner\nI'm runnin' through these Ms\nI'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\nThese rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\nI could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\nYeah, that's forty-five plus if it\nget there untouched (forty-five mil')\nPick me up from when the jet lands\nBlack bags in my Louie bag fresh\nfrom San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\nWhat's a ticket? Stop askin'\nAll three trucks pulled up,\nI'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\nBust down dancin', never been platinum\nNo gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\nI used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\nFuck it, send a half ton\nI swear this is my last one\nYeah\n\nJim Jones\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\nFeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\nProduced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\nWritten ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dope Boy\n  artist: Berner feat. Cam’ron & Jim Jones\n  album: Rico\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  Hey yo, big Bern', what's good?\n  We ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\n  Lotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\n  But we ain't got nothin' to talk about\n  We see everything, nigga\n  Meet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\n  Water wave\n  you move better, you do better (facts)\n  Dipset\n  (Kill, kill)\n  (Kill, kill)\n  Let's go, uhh\n\n  Cam'Ron\n  I get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\n  You gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\n  I don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\n  All startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\n  I was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\n  You still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\n  Please, outlet call me Felipe\n  Keys of courtesy of Enrique, my\n  That means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\n  Turn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\n  I've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\n  You only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\n  Nigga\n\n  Berner\n  The ex made a million of a job\n  Wrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\n  Black bag bandits\n\n  Berner\n  I'm runnin' through these Ms\n  I'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\n  These rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\n  I could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\n  Yeah, that's forty-five plus if it\n  get there untouched (forty-five mil')\n  Pick me up from when the jet lands\n  Black bags in my Louie bag fresh\n  from San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\n  What's a ticket? Stop askin'\n  All three trucks pulled up,\n  I'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\n  Bust down dancin', never been platinum\n  No gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\n  I used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\n  Fuck it, send a half ton\n  I swear this is my last one\n  Yeah\n\n  Jim Jones\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\n  FeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\n  Produced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\n  Written ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron\n"},{"id":6146332,"name":"Dope Boy (feat. Cam'ron & Jim Jones)","trackName":"Dope Boy (feat. Cam'ron & Jim Jones)","artistName":"Berner","albumName":"Rico","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nHey yo, big Bern', what's good?\nWe ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\nLotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\nBut we ain't got nothin' to talk about\nWe see everything, nigga\nMeet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\nWater wave\nYou move better, you do better (facts)\nDipset\n(Kill, kill)\n(Kill, kill)\nLet's go, uhh\n\nCam'Ron\nI get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\nYou gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\nI don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\nAll startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\nI was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\nYou still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\nPlease, outlet call me Felipe\nKeys of courtesy of Enrique, my\nThat means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\nTurn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\nI've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\nYou only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\nNigga\n\nBerner\nThe ex made a million of a job\nWrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\nBlack bag bandits\n\nBerner\nI'm runnin' through these Ms\nI'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\nThese rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\nI could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\nYeah, that's forty-five plus if it\nGet there untouched (forty-five mil')\nPick me up from when the jet lands\nBlack bags in my Louie bag fresh\nFrom San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\nWhat's a ticket? Stop askin'\nAll three trucks pulled up,\nI'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\nBust down dancin', never been platinum\nNo gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\nI used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\nFuck it, send a half ton\nI swear this is my last one\nYeah\n\nJim Jones\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\nFeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\nProduced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\nWritten ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dope Boy (feat. Cam'ron & Jim Jones)\n  artist: Berner\n  album: Rico\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  Hey yo, big Bern', what's good?\n  We ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\n  Lotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\n  But we ain't got nothin' to talk about\n  We see everything, nigga\n  Meet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\n  Water wave\n  You move better, you do better (facts)\n  Dipset\n  (Kill, kill)\n  (Kill, kill)\n  Let's go, uhh\n\n  Cam'Ron\n  I get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\n  You gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\n  I don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\n  All startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\n  I was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\n  You still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\n  Please, outlet call me Felipe\n  Keys of courtesy of Enrique, my\n  That means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\n  Turn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\n  I've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\n  You only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\n  Nigga\n\n  Berner\n  The ex made a million of a job\n  Wrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\n  Black bag bandits\n\n  Berner\n  I'm runnin' through these Ms\n  I'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\n  These rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\n  I could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\n  Yeah, that's forty-five plus if it\n  Get there untouched (forty-five mil')\n  Pick me up from when the jet lands\n  Black bags in my Louie bag fresh\n  From San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\n  What's a ticket? Stop askin'\n  All three trucks pulled up,\n  I'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\n  Bust down dancin', never been platinum\n  No gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\n  I used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\n  Fuck it, send a half ton\n  I swear this is my last one\n  Yeah\n\n  Jim Jones\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\n  FeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\n  Produced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\n  Written ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron\n"},{"id":6146331,"name":"Dope Boy (feat. Cam'ron & Jim Jones)","trackName":"Dope Boy (feat. Cam'ron & Jim Jones)","artistName":"Berner feat. Cam'ron & Jim Jones","albumName":"RICO","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nShe wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\nHey yo, big Bern', what's good?\nWe ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\nLotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\nBut we ain't got nothin' to talk about\nWe see everything, nigga\nMeet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\nWater wave\nYou move better, you do better (facts)\nDipset\n(Kill, kill)\n(Kill, kill)\nLet's go, uhh\n\nCam'Ron\nI get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\nYou gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\nI don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\nAll startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\nI was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\nYou still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\nPlease, outlet call me Felipe\nKeys of courtesy of Enrique, my\nThat means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\nTurn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\nI've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\nYou only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\nNigga\n\nBerner\nThe ex made a million of a job\nWrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\nBlack bag bandits\n\nBerner\nI'm runnin' through these Ms\nI'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\nThese rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\nI could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\nYeah, that's forty-five plus if it\nGet there untouched (forty-five mil')\nPick me up from when the jet lands\nBlack bags in my Louie bag fresh\nFrom San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\nWhat's a ticket? Stop askin'\nAll three trucks pulled up,\nI'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\nBust down dancin', never been platinum\nNo gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\nI used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\nFuck it, send a half ton\nI swear this is my last one\nYeah\n\nJim Jones\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\nShe want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\nFeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\nProduced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\nWritten ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dope Boy (feat. Cam'ron & Jim Jones)\n  artist: Berner feat. Cam'ron & Jim Jones\n  album: RICO\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones & Cam'Rom]\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy\n  Hey yo, big Bern', what's good?\n  We ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga\n  Lotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man\n  But we ain't got nothin' to talk about\n  We see everything, nigga\n  Meet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga\n  Water wave\n  You move better, you do better (facts)\n  Dipset\n  (Kill, kill)\n  (Kill, kill)\n  Let's go, uhh\n\n  Cam'Ron\n  I get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, bodybag\n  You gettin' money, word? take a polygraph\n  I don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories\n  All startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like\n  I was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's\n  You still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?\n  Please, outlet call me Felipe\n  Keys of courtesy of Enrique, my\n  That means Killer turned nerds into guerrillas\n  Turn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)\n  I've retired but sometimes its still a hobby\n  You only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby\n  Nigga\n\n  Berner\n  The ex made a million of a job\n  Wrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock\n  Black bag bandits\n\n  Berner\n  I'm runnin' through these Ms\n  I'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious\n  These rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)\n  I could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck\n  Yeah, that's forty-five plus if it\n  Get there untouched (forty-five mil')\n  Pick me up from when the jet lands\n  Black bags in my Louie bag fresh\n  From San Fran' (straight from the Bay)\n  What's a ticket? Stop askin'\n  All three trucks pulled up,\n  I'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)\n  Bust down dancin', never been platinum\n  No gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)\n  I used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one\n  Fuck it, send a half ton\n  I swear this is my last one\n  Yeah\n\n  Jim Jones\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)\n  She want a dope nigga that do numbers\n\n  FeaturingJim Jones & Cam'ron\n  Produced ByTWhy & DJ Paul\n  Written ByBerner, Jim Jones & Cam'ron\n"}]