[Intro: Rich Boy & Polow da Don]
Turn this shit up right now!
(Cha Lo’s in the building)
Get money!
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Oww!
[Verse 1: Rich Boy & Polow da Don]
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
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me! My Lambo do 'bout two-eighty (Hey!)
Thought you selling—heard you telling
Thought you killing—why you stealing?
Thought you dealing—why you chilling?
You ain't balling with a million (You ain't balling with a million!)
God made me super rich, the Devil made you stupid, bitch! (Ha!)
You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit (Woo!)
Why you acting hard now? You must wan' go see God now
The same niggas you were beefing with up in your yard now (Ha!)
If you 'bout to run, dog, I guess you better start now
Forgot to bring your gun, so you gotta usе your heart now
It's hard to get rich, but it ain't shit to go to Hell (Ho!)
It's hard to sеll dope, but it ain't shit to go to jail (No!)
It's hard to keep it real, but it ain't shit for you to tell (Ho!)
I smoke so much of this that I can't even hide the smell (Yeah)
[Hook: Rich Boy & Polow da Don]
So drop! (Haha)
Drop!
Drop!
Drop!
Now drop!
Drop!
Drop!
Drop!
[Break: Polow da Don]
Let's go!
Yeah
So we gon’ break it down one time right now just for the ladies
No niggas dancing right now! (Just the ladies)
Thank you (Ayy!)
[Verse 2: Rich Boy, Polow da Don & Both]
We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers
Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us (Yeah)
You don't need a gym class, crack like SlimFast
Take a hit and lose a fucking hundred pounds quick fast (Hey!)
Snow cone, one chain on, I’m deep off, my chain off
My blunt gon' kick 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 getting paper (Say what?)
Find a hater, sign a hater, let 'em see my elevator
Hundreds in my 'frigerator, now they know we getting paper (Hahaha! Yeah!)
Pull the coupe, the Escalade, the enemy's on respirators
Million-dollar generators; now, the Feds investigate us
For flashing cars, to prison bars
Ménage à trois, the black cards—I swear it's hard! Now, drop!
[Hook: Rich Boy]
Now drop!
Drop!
Drop!
Drop!
Now drop!
Drop!
Drop!
Drop!
[Outro: Polow da Don]
Zone 4, Polow da Don, Rich Boy
Let’s go!
Kobe!
Keri Hilson coming soon!
Exclusive!
Cool
Drop was written by Polow da Don & Rich Boy.
Drop was produced by Cha Lo & Polow da Don.