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My and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes
See my Bentley, what I got my two Phantoms had a baby
I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 280

I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' you stealin'
Thought you while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million
God made me super rich, the devil you stupid, bitch
You could be just like me if you quit all that stupid shit

Why you hard now you must want go see God now?
The same niggas you were beefin' are up in your yard now
If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better now
Forgot to bring gun so you got to use your heart now

It's hard to get rich but it shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell but it ain't shit to go to jail
It's hard to keep it real but it shit for you to tell
I smoked so much of this I can't even hide the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like
Tell the pretty to pull they titties out and dance for us
You don't need a Gym Class, crack Slim Fast
Take a hit and a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast

Snow cone with a chain on and off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the off, we never take the game off
Find a hater, a hater, let him see my elevator
in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper
Find a hater, a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we paper

Pullin' coupes and escalators, on respirators
Million generators, 90 fast investigators
For flashy cars, the bars, mnage trois
The playin' I swear it's hard, now drop

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,