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My Mazeradi and like to chill with my Mercedes
See my Bentley, I got when 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', you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'
Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' a million
God made me super rich, the 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 were with are up in your yard now
If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better now
Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use heart now

hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell dope but it 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 that I can't hide the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

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

Snow with 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 know we gettin'
Find a hater, a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they we gettin' paper

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,