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

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

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

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

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

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

Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or off
My blunt goin' kick the 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
a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they we gettin' paper

coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators
Million dollar generators, 90 investigators
For cars, the prison bars, mnage trois
The playin' cards I it's hard, now drop

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,