Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin, Lil Capp,, P-Ceeze, Just Rich Gates - Drop It Girl lyrics

[Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin, Lil Capp,, P-Ceeze, Just Rich Gates - Drop It Girl lyrics]

Double T 2
Me and Slim Dunkin, got Capp and Wooh
Stickup kid, BSM uh

Big faced hundreds (yes)
And old twenties (yes
All my niggas thugging and
They in their twenties
They say 30's the new 20, I'm like, "Boy
Stop" i don't do too much talking
Just let the bands drop (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (what?)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (what?)
You with the squad, you got options, girl
(what? what? yes) dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
She with the squad, she got options, girl
(what? what?)

Pulled up, hopped out, my
Rims start dougieing, i'm thugging it
Richer that your husband, ex
And brother them
I'm with the Grove and them and the cran gang
Made 23 thousand for these earrings
15 thousand for this big old ring
All i know is flex
Bodybuilder swag, I got muscle, motherfucker
Came a long way from jugging
Weed and serving smokers
Life la vida loca, all I know is flash
Flocka money, money, money, I'm like
"Feed me some more money"
I feel like John Belushi
I might break me a snow bunny

At the zone 3 days, still fresher than you
Start rapping and robbing is what
I'm destined to do all that loud talking
Better have your weapon with you
Niggas ain't jumping shit
I was blessed in the crew
Be like "Why not break some?
Why not check some?
Semi-automatic 9, why not take some?"
See me in your hood, boy
You better respect some
Send them firefighters to your block
Get wet some
Robbing in my Robins, fuck a conversation
Fucking niggas' bitches, that's my occupation
Think I'm Puerto Rican
Hair nappy like a Haitian
Keeping all the money, them bitches
I'm replacing
This just how I do it, this how a nigga shine
February, shirt off like it's summertime
Dunk

Big faced hundreds (yes)
And old twenties (yes
All my niggas thugging and
They in their twenties
They say 30's the new 20, I'm like, "Boy
Stop" i don't do too much talking
Just let the bands drop (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (what?)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (what?)
You with the squad, you got options, girl
(what? what? yes) dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
She with the squad, she got options, girl
(what? what?)

I'm headed to the top and I'll never fall
I'm hotter that the Devil's drawers
Money on my mind and I don't
Move unless the cheddar call
Coach told me I need to ball
Told my teammate pass me the ball
Let him haul watch me ball, nigga
Pulled up, top back, the whip bald, nigga
I got them shooters with
Me, round of applause, nigga
Yeah, we clapping, know we 'bout that action
All-out blitz, we'll sack him
Kidnap your princess
Shoot up all your captains
Yeah, we love the beef, pussy nigga
Pass the napkins running with them birds
I ain't talking 'bout them Falcons
I'm talking 'bout B-S (Brick Squad)
Nigga, this is G-S (Grove Street)
Everything green and cranberry when
You see us, see us

Money on the table, money on the floor
Stash in the attic, call it money galore
Never give it all up 'cause
My hunger for more
Give me more, give me, give me
Give me more dough
Name speak for it'self, all about the cash
Stickup kid, bitch nigga, where the money at?
Yeah, I came through the hole
Like a running back
You see them junkies on a
Stroll and they coming back
Yeah, they coming back, south side, yeah
We running that
Southside, yeah, he on the track
No, my team ain't fumbling
Oh, we ain't fumbling, try to shoot
We busting that
President, press the green button
We bumming that

Big faced hundreds (yes)
And old twenties (yes
All my niggas thugging and
They in their twenties
They say 30's the new 20, I'm like, "Boy
Stop" i don't do too much talking
Just let the bands drop (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (what?)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (what?)
You with the squad, you got options, girl
(what? what? yes) dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
She with the squad, she got options, girl
(what? what?)

Catch me in VIP with Dirt Gang
My brother Dae Dae strapped with the K
Just Rich Gates AKA Nike, making swishes
I ain't rolling
But I'm picking dimes up everywhere
Girls choosing chain shawty like I'm shooting
803, Merk City, Merk Star
Fuck the parking lot
We having shootouts at the bar
Brick Squad, JCE, balling MVP
So much haters on my dick
I thought they hoes
Cash money with these racks
I'll take your lady been a hot boy, call me
Weezy Juvie Turk Baby Gates, bow
Gates

Big faced hundreds (yes)
And old twenties (yes
All my niggas thugging and
They in their twenties
They say 30's the new 20, I'm like, "Boy
Stop" i don't do too much talking
Just let the bands drop (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (what?)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (what?)
You with the squad, you got options, girl
(what? what? yes) dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
Dr-dr-drop it, girl (yes)
She with the squad, she got options, girl
(what? what?)

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