Drop (Edited Version)

My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely daisy Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280 I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin' Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God now? The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell So drop Drop, drop, drop Now drop Drop, drop, drop We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators Million dollar generators, 90 fast investigators For flashy cars, the prison bars, mnage trois The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop Now drop Drop, drop, drop Now drop Drop, drop, drop