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

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

Why you actin' hard now you want go see God now?
The same niggas you beefin' with are up in your yard now
If you bout to run dogg, I you better start now
Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use 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 that I even hide the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

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

cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off
My goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off
Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they 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, enemies on
Million dollar generators, 90 investigators
For cars, the prison bars, mnage trois
The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,