Meek Mill – Dope Dealer (ft. Nicki Minaj & Rick Ross) (Audio, Lyrics)

Meek Mill - Dope Dealer (ft. Nicki Minaj & Rick Ross)

Throwback to Meek Mill’s “Dope Dealer” featuring Nicki Minaj & Rick Ross. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by KeY Wane.

Meek Mill Dope Dealer
Meek Mill Dope Dealer

Time really does fly, doesn’t it? On a day that’s already seen a few key album anniversaries, including Jay-Z’s Vol 2 and T.I’s Paper Trail, Meek Mill’s Dreamchasers 3 is also celebrating its seventh year in existence. And while some might say that Meek has only been getting better with age, others remain adamant in swearing by his formative mixtapes, especially those coming at the height of the MMG empire.

While Nicki Minaj has since found herself at odds with both Rick Ross and Meek Mill since the time “Dope Dealer” was recorded, the song remains a bonafide banger to this day. To her credit, Nicki is a major reason for its longevity, walking away with the highlight verse fueled by no shortage of character. Yet Meek’s hunger should not go unnoticed — the young Philadelphia rapper set the tone with his opening verse, his intensity the perfect counterpart to Nicki’s more calculated demeanour. And tying everything is Young Renzel, who adds a touch of gravitas to the stacked posse cut.

Meek Mill – Dope Dealer (ft. Nicki Minaj & Rick Ross)

Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
There’s three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don’t even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one…

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got all these bad bitches twerkin’
Waves on swim, shit surfin’
I don’t want y’all niggas ‘round me
Broke niggas make me nervous
Shawty said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin’
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I might sell swag
She want me ‘cause she know i got that Chanel tag
She fuck me and she gone get that Chanel swag
Her boyfriend like, “Where you get that Chanel bag?”
55 hundo, pop green, and I ball
Like Rondo
Catch me, north side, with a dime ho
Turnt up, but I’m like keep calm ho
I go, make a million here, million there
All of my niggas, we really in here
Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the hood
But she look like a foreign, brazilian hair
And I’m grabbin’ her remi
I bust like a semi, yo bitch (BA BA!)
I get your girl pregnant
You hatin’ all on me, you sick (HA HA!)
I ride in my hood in a Bently like it’s a Crown Vic (SKR SKR!)
These bitches is choosin’
You niggas is losin’
We rich
Whatchu expect?
(Haah?)

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?
Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?
And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
That’s dope, nigga!

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I got all these dope dealers serving
Cut the work up, they surgeons
I don’t want y’all bitches ’round me
Whack bitches make me curve ’em
Imported rug, that’s Persian
One wheel up and we swervin’
Wetter than a lake, that’s Ricki!
Pop pussy like she Nicki
She want me cause she see me in that Aventador
Pull up on the curb so crazy, I done bent the door
Bad bitch wanna borrow it, I lent it to her
Make her bust that pussy open in Singapore
30 million though, Forbes list
Out in Philly in a condo, boss shit
Now they call me Young Oprah; Harpo
In the pool rockin’ polo, Marco
Millionaires, never do leers
No, they can’t see me, they’re never my peers
Fruits of my labor, go get me my pears
Cause you’re outta your element; I am your fear
So go get off my testicle, pardon my decimal, bitch!
Check up my resumé, I’m upper echelon rich
Them bikes is out and we throwing ’em up like we sick
My clothing line is out in them stores and I’m sipping a Myx, bitch!

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?
Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?
And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
That’s dope, nigga!

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
DC, Double M
Mastermind
You say my name and bitch I gotta grant your wish (BOSS!)
Sticky fingers, 30 K
You better drop that brick (drop that brick)
Philly brothers, sometimes they call me Ock! (call me Ock!)
I pray to God, everyday I drop my top (Thank you Lord!)
Humble man, with me and the Lord Meek
I’m the shit, coming down Broad Street
“Sal” Magluta, “Willy” Falcon
Flamboyant dough boy, talkin’ Al Capone (ROZAY!)
From Monte Carlo to Los Muchachos
My Mexicanos not talking tacos
This jewelry tampered once, a nigga push that button
On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don’t want nothin’
You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?
My sneaker deal like A.I.’s
We drink Belaire like St. Ides

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?
Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?
And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
That’s dope, nigga!

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