[Verse 1: Fabolous]
A nigga need her in his arms, I call them dope bitches
One thousand Instagrams, that girl takes some dope pictures
Yeah, they with us, let them through the rope bitches
There´s girls you say yes to and then there´s no bitches
You looked blessed, word to the pope´s picture
Clean as a bar of soap, them hoes is soap dishes
Uh, that mean they under you
You know I´m getting bread, no wonder you
Walked up looking wonderful
Dressed like you had something to do
But, you ain´t doing shit, and these niggas ain´t nothing to do
Why don´t we just disappear? That´d be dope, Blue Magic
If this was back in the Bird era, I´d probably be passing them out like Magic
Mami dame azucar, I feel like Frank Lucas
Except I´m further uptown, in the Heights smoking hookah
He spit crack, the herd has dough
Put that H on my belt cause that Hermes dope, (I got a)

[Hook] (x16)
A dope bitch, (I got a)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Tap her on her arm, try, once you pass
You want a scoop, you light the spoon
And set a fire to your ass
She from down south, but I shoot her up here
Hit her on the steps, never made it upstairs
Owww, keep making it rain
She know she a dope bitch, she just take it in vain
She family, her watch cost a Camry
Your nigga so thirsty, I let her push the Lambi
Uh, let them see the Audemars, babe
You deserve a strip in Baltimore, babe
Long black hair, blonde at the edges
Heels with kicks, fuck it, Giuseppe wedges
She here in a bun, pretty, even when it´s messy
Know how to rock the strapless, if it´s kinda dressy
Her curly hair looks shit on Polamalu
She think like a man, drink out the bottle
Dope bitch (I got a)

[Hook] (x16)
A dope bitch, (I got a)

[Outro: Fabolous]