I think my girlfriend know I’m sellin’ dope,
She love how I whip it like I’m stirrin’ up hope.
Say I’m magic in the kitchen, call me tiffy the Pope,
Bless the block, bless the scale, bless the bag full of shards
Yeah, the block know my name like a password code,
I been flippin’ lil’ blessings since the asphalt froze.
Got my girl in the passenger, she watchin’ me load,
Say I move like a villain in a comic book pose.
She love the way I dodge cops like I’m duckin’ a spell,
Love the way the money talk like it’s ringin’ a bell.
She said, “Baby, you a star, you just grindin’ in hell…”
But she smile when I’m countin’ money so I know she won’t tell.
I think my girlfriend know I’m sellin’ dope,
She love how I whip it like I’m stirrin’ up hope.
Say I’m magic in the kitchen, call me tiffy the Pope,
Bless the block, bless the scale, bless the bag full of shards.
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She said my hustle got her floatin’ like a cloud full o’ smoke,
She ride the wave, surfboard, no need for a boat.
Yeah, she know what I’m on, she don’t flinch, she don’t choke
She love a dope dealer I’m her plug with the quotes
I got a scale in the drawer like a dragon I tamed,
Got the block on my back like a jersey with my name.
She said my hustle too smooth, like I butter the game,
Like I moonwalk through trouble with a cup full of flame.
She love the way I stack bills like I’m buildin’ a fort,
Love the way I hit the block like I’m playin’ a sport.
She said, “Baby, you the plug, you the whole damn port…”
She know she safe cus i be guarding the door
I think my girlfriend know I’m sellin’ dope,
She love how I whip it like I’m stirrin’ up hope.
Say I’m magic in the kitchen, call me tiffy the Pope,
Bless the block, bless the scale, bless the bag full of shards.
chorus
She said my hustle got her floatin’ like a cloud full o’ smoke,
She ride the wave, surfboard, no need for a boat.
Yeah, she know what I’m on, she don’t flinch, she don’t choke…
She love a dope dealer I’m her supplier with the quotes.
She said my pockets look pregnant, they about to give birth,
Said I’m married to the hustle, she just lovin’ the perks.
She don’t trip when I’m late, she don’t ask where I work,
She just roll up somethin’ sweet and let me finish first
She said the risk make her blush, got her heart in a spin,
Said she love how I’m loyal to the block and the win.
She said, “Baby, you a sinner, but you sexy as sin…”
Then she kissed me on the cheek while I bagged up again.
Now she ridin’ with me heavy like a trunk full of gold,
Say she love how I’m icy even when the night cold.
She said my hustle got a rhythm, got a story it told,
Like I’m writin’ every chapter with a scale and a fold.
She said, “Baby, you a legend, you just stuck in the street,”
Said she love how I’m cautious when I move with the heat.
Yeah, she know what I’m on, but she still love me deep…
She my queen of the trap — she the calm to my beat.
I think my girlfriend know I’m sellin’ dope,
My girlfriend know im sellin dope, yeah, uhuhuh
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