Drop Lyrics - Polow Da Don

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, ménage à trois 

The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop 

Now drop 

Drop, drop, drop 

Now drop 

Drop, drop, drop