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My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to with my Mercedes
See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a
I'm not crazy, why you I get so politely daisy
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my 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 super rich, the made you stupid, bitch
You could be just me if you quit with all that stupid shit

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

It's hard to get rich but it ain't to go to hell
It's to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail
It's hard to keep it real but it ain't 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 Transformers
Tell the pretty girls to pull they out and dance for us
You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Fast
Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred quick fast

Snow cone a chain on and deep off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the 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 know we gettin' paper

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,