Rick Ross - Drop Top Music lyrics

[Intro: Boosie Badazz] Big Wayne on this beat n***a, drop top music, gas the whip up Call my bad b**h, uh huh, way better than my last b**h [Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] Drop top, wife beater and the weed lit Woke up this morning, hit three chicks Show money today, it's so sunny Check the whip off playa, I'm getting money [?] on my face, yeah this a couple grand Hunnid grand plus in my j**el house pants Everywhere I ride, getting love from the fans Bond no. 9, you can see it when I pa** Going to the hotspot cause I love that you're my eight Rolex watch, four bricks and a half Haters looking down, I just look at them and laugh Champagne, bubble bath, shopping spree for my gal [Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross] This is drop drop drop drop drop top music This is drop drop drop drop drop top music (this that sh** that we ride to) Top down riding with my duffle bag Shoutout to my [?] Drop down where them f**ing hustlers at [?] where that weed rolled [Verse 2] Today i'm in that [?] Cuban chains on my neck Look to the right bad b**h on deck Hottest n***a in the game and i'm feeling like that Big bank roll ooh k** em like that I might go in the mall and spend 5 All black King's hat Air Max 95 Go take a ride to that other side Call my n***a in that 63 Chevy Tell that boy bring Ebony and Stephanie I'm a put em in the backseat 3 bad b**hes and me Now we four deep Loud in the air living life without a care To the hood where it's good Where we creeping like a snail (real slow) [?] in my mouth Looking up thanking god That i'm the realest n***a out Hand on the wheel And the pinky ring talk And the pinky ring talk, i'm a boss [Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross] This is drop drop drop drop drop top music This is drop drop drop drop drop top music (this that sh** that we ride to) Top down riding with my duffle bag Shoutout to my [?] Drop down where them f**ing hustlers at [?] where that weed rolled [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Drop top double R My name ring in the city That phone still jumping They know i got em for 20 Bad boy with the bricks My boy Meek out in Philly I got a house on the beach Don't make me peel back the ceiling Top down everyday To show these n***as my watch On the phone at the lot My Benzie holding my Glock Got a stick in the trunk That b**h right next to the amp If i got beef with a n***a Then I got beef with his camp [?] i'm ready They red bottom you dig 26 inch wheels and went and got em a [?] Check in the luggage And carry on all the money Take his b**h in the club You know that b**h looking for me b**hes flagging me down They got me tapping my breaks Shorty pretty in the a** [?] They wanna ride in the drop She wanna f** with a boss She wanna f** with some [?] My n***a let down the drop (i'm out) [Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross] Drop drop drop drop drop top music Drop top music This is drop drop drop drop drop top music Drop top music (this that sh** that we ride to) Top down riding with my duffle bag Shoutout to my [?] Drop down where them f**ing hustlers at [?] where that weed rolled