Dopechella (feat. Rick Ross)

(808 Mafia)

Just touched down in Coachella

(Aye, South Side, where you get all that drip?)

Aye, let that beat ride

And I'm Big Gotti to you **** too

Can I keep it always G? Put some respect on that

I just touched down in Coachella

Half a brick of raw, hunnid a gram, nothin' lesser

Let's get these suburban kids on they level

Better yet, these artists, whatever

My back yard like a resort

Just beat another day in court

Palm trees in the sky line

Four Rolls Royces and they all mine

I may paint them bitches Nipsey Blue (Woop, woop, woop!)

All my **** train, no talk, just shoot

And all my bitches trained to pull bitches

And if you snitchin' ****, keep your distance

My bedroom look like the St. Regis

Freedom in America, I pledge allegiance (On God)

My closet lookin' like it's Sacks Fifth

I might buy your girlfriend a gift

Double C's got my closet like it's Crip walkin'

I silence these **** if they keep talkin'

My bitch look down, like I'm a pimp, you speak, she keep walkin'

Still in touch with my plug, sometimes we speak often (Hello?)

'Cause I cherish my relationships (Amigo?)

Every month I'm at the dealership (I am)

Who need a runner, when you get it shipped

Safe landing, pilot get a tip

Backyard like a resort

Just another day in court

Palm trees in the sky line

Four Rolls Royces and they all mine

Might put XXX on all my tags (Extensions)

Tell Virgil, I want all the bags

Louis duffle and it's see through

A couple million and a Drac' too (Brrrrt)

My Rolls truck white, white

I was sellin' **** off white, late nights (Nights)

Junkie put it in a shooter, take flight (She gone)

Black and white jet, Puma, safe flight (Outta here)

Yeah, I just sold out the arena

My momma proud, you should've seen her

All smiles that she seen her son

I'm a gangsta, look what I become

I'm at Prive having lunch

Conference call with Roc Nation, 30 million in a month (Woo)

You **** 4th and 30, that's a punt

Five hunnid on a watch, that ain't a stunt

My back yard like a resort

Just beat another day in court

Palm trees in the sky line

Four Rolls Royces and they all mine

Phantom's in the parking lot, look at it, made man

Just left the jewelry store, don't I look amazing?

Everywhere I go, I got them things with me

Wanna see my **** on and still the same with me

Do it for the loyalty, not just a chain from me

All through my **** cribs, there's picture frames of me

Shots from assault rifles when my name come in

A hunnid for the walk through is when the planes come in

Five number ones, I think I broke Def Jam

I had them people at the table like a meth lab

Street dreams, street kings

R.I.P. to Nipsey on his C thing

Three rings D. Wade

Two words for mama, "Be Safe"

I got your back, I pray you got mine

Biggest crib throughout the U.S.A, the top 5

Headlines

Shots fired

Arch rival in the dark who got my archives

Franchise, fat boy

Never been to Coachella, but still a landlord

(Maybach music)

Still count money and still killin' pussy ****, ain't nothin' changed

Rest in peace, ****

Huh

On God