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[Intro: Rich Boy & Polow da Don]
Turn this sh*t 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
f*ck you, pus*y n*gga, 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, b*tch! (Ha!)
You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid sh*t (Woo!)
Why you acting hard now? You must wan' go see God now
The same n*ggas 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 sh*t to go to Hell (Ho!)
It's hard to sеll dope, but it ain't sh*t to go to jail (No!)
It's hard to keep it real, but it ain't sh*t 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!
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Now drop!
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[Break: Polow da Don]
Let's go!
Yeah
So we gon’ break it down one time right now just for the ladies
No n*ggas 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 f*cking 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!
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Now drop!
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[Outro: Polow da Don]
Zone 4, Polow da Don, Rich Boy
Let’s go!
Kobe!
Keri Hilson coming soon!
Exclusive!
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