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Drop Lyrics

1st Verse [Rich Boy]

Ya, ay, ya,
my maserati & ferrari like to chill wit my mercedez
see my bentley, what i got when my 2 phantoms had a baby
aint that crazy? why you lazy? I get sulfur like a daisy.
fuck you pussy nigga pay me, my lambo do 'bout 280
thought you selling, heard u telling.
thought you killing, why you stealing?
thought you dealing, why you chilling?
you aint ballin', where the million?
god made me super rich, the devil made you stupid bitch
you can be just like me if you quit wit all that stupid shit
why you acting hard now? you must want go see god now
the same niggas you was beefin wit up in ya yard now
if you bout to run dawg i guess you better start now
forgot to bring yo guns so you gotta use ya heart now
its hard to get rich but it aint shit to go to hell
its hard to sell dope but it aint shit to go to jail
its hard to keep it real but there aint shit for you to tell
i smoke so much of this that i can't even hide the smell.
Now Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop

(Bridge)[Polow Da Don]
NEW RICH BOY!
lets go,
they call me.. a bad muthafucka
Polow da Don!!
oh they call me that too haha..........

Verse 2[Rich Boy]
We Marijuana farmers, all our rides like Transformers
Tell em pretty girls to pull their titties out to dance for us
you dont need a gym class, crack like slim fast
take a hit and lose a fuckin hundred pounds quick fast
snow cone wit chain on, im deep of wit chain off
im blunt gonna kick the game off, we neva take the game off
find a hater, sign a hater
let em see my elevator, hundreds in my frigerator
now they know we gettin paper.
find a hater, sign a hater
let em see my elevator, hundreds in my frigerator
now they know we gettin paper.
bulletproof to escalade the enemies dont resperate
see the million dollar generator?
now the fans investigators.
from flashy cars to prison bars
Baluchistan to playing cards i swear its hard
now DROP.

[Polow Da Don]
haha,
Yall cant fuck with us man.
keep on haiting nigga
we told ya niggas when yall let him in the game..
its gonna be over.
now all yall niggas chasing my ass,
all yall niggas trying to catch up.
anyway lets go, whats dat mixtape?
....
New Rich Boy,
this that exclusive.
its called drop.
Rich Boy' new album the hardest shit
the hardest shit.. coming out in '09
im telling ya right now.
all yall niggas betta get yall lil songs out
ya better... do it while ya can get it over with it
ohh by the way the new albums called 5 million
ohh shit.. thats the new album
haha, its too muthafucking easy man.
Zone 4, Polow Da Don, Rich Boy
lets go, Kobe!
Karaoke coming soon
EXCULIVE..............

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