[Intro: Rich Boy & Polow da Don ]
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 use your heart now
It's hard to get rich, but it ain't shit to go to Hell ( Ho! )
It's hard to sell 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
[Hook: Rich Boy & Polow da Don ]
So drop! ( Haha ) Drop! ( What? )
Now, drop! ( New Rich Boy! ) Drop!
[Break: Polow da Don]
Let's go!
They call me (A bad motherfucker)
Polow da Don! (Oh, they call me that, too)
Anyway (Haha), I wanna take the time out right now to put y'all up on some important information
Me, myself, and Mr. Sean "P. Diddy" Combs—
We gon' pay somebody mortgage in 2009 (For the whole year!)
Go to zone4inc.com to register to win
Or pay attention to Diddy blogs
Y'all know what time it is! Zone 4!
Rich Boy, we gon' bring it back, my nigga
Come on!
[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! )
It's snow-cold, the chain on, I'm [?] 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!
[Break: Polow da Don]
Hahaha! Y'all can't fuck with us, man!
Keep on hating, nigga!
We told y'all niggas, when—When y'all let us in the game, it's gon' be over
Now, all y'all niggas chasing my ass
All y'all niggas tryna catch up
Anyway, let's go!
[Hook: Rich Boy & Polow da Don ]
Drop! ( Ho! ) Drop! ( New Rich Boy! )
Drop! ( This a exclusive! ) Drop!
Now, drop! ( It's called "Drop!" ) Drop!
Drop! ( Rich Boy new album the hardest shit! ) Drop!
Rich Boy gets driven in his car rather than having to drive it himself, like Jessica Tandy is driven around by Morgan Freeman in the 1989 movie Driving Miss Daisy.
You better start running early because if he catch you it’s over
An earlier version of this track has Polow da Don ab-libing and broadcasting that him and Diddy would pay someone’s home mortgage for the whole year of 2009
He is referring to the last line, which stated that you are stupid. He believes that you could be less stupid and more like him if you quit with all that stupid shit.
Rich Boy is highlighting the fallacy and hypocrisy of other rappers and purported ‘tough guys’ by highlighting the contrast between how they claim to behave and how they actually behave.