Rich Boy - Drop lyrics

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 f** you p**y n***a pay me my lambo do bout 280 I sellin heard you tellin thought you k**in 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 b**h You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid sh** Why you ackin hard now you must wan go see God Now the same n***as 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 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 smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell So drop Drop [x3] Now drop Drop [x3] 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 cla**, crack like slim fast Take a hit and loss a f**in 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 Now drop