Polow Da Don - Drop (Freestyle) lyrics

[Rich Boy] My Maserati and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes See my Bentley what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby Ain't that crazy? Why you lazy? I get chauffeured like Ms. Daisy f** you p**y-n***a, pay me! My Lambo' do 'bout two-eighty Thought you sellin', heard you tellin' Thought you k**in' why you stealin' Thought you dealin' why you chillin' You ain't ballin' with a million God made me super rich, the Devil made you stupid b**h! You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid sh** Why you actin' hard now? You must want to go see God now The same n******gs you were beafin' with are up in your yard now If you 'bout to run Dog, I guess you better start now You forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now It's hard to get rich but it ain't sh** to go to hell; It's hard to sell dope but it ain't sh** to go to jail; It's hard to keep it real but it ain't sh** for you to tell; I smoke so much of this that I can't even hide the smell Now drop! [Verse 2] We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like transformers Tell the pretty girls to pull their titties out and dance for us You don't need a gym cla** Crack like Slim Fast Take a hit and lose a f**in' hundred pounds quick fast Snow cone, the Chain on I'm default, the Chain on My blunt goin' keep the game off We never take a game off! Find a hater, sign a hater! Let 'em see my elevator Hundreds in my 'frigerator Now they know we're gettin' paper! (x2) Pull the coupe, the Escalade The enemy's on respirators Million dollar generators Sly defense, investigate us For fetchin' cars, the prison bars Menage e trois, they're playing cards I swear its hard! Now drop! Now Drop!