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

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

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

It's hard to get but it ain't shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to
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 rides look like
Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and for us
You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim
a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast

Snow cone with a on and deep off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never 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
in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper

Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on
Million dollar generators, 90 investigators
For flashy cars, the bars, mnage trois
The playin' cards I swear hard, now drop

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,