Rich Boy - Drop lyrics

rate me

My mazeradi and farrari like to chill with my mercades

See my bently what I got when my two phantoms had a baby

I'm not crazy why you lazy I get so politly 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 ackin hard now you must wan 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 yo 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

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We marijuana farmers all our rides look like transformers

Tell the pretty girls 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 a game off

Find a hater sign a hater let him see my elavator

Hundreds in my fridgerator now they know we gettin paper

Find a hater sign a hater let him see my elavator

Hundreds in my fridgerator now they know we gettin paper

Pullin coupes and escaladers enimies on resperators

Million dollar generators 90 fast investagators

For flashing cars the prison bars manajaytwas the playin cards I swear it's hard

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