DROP Lyrics

Make that ass drop drop drop

Make that bag drop drop drop

Make that ass drop drop drop

Make that bag drop drop drop

Aye shorty get your money

Aye shorty getting money now

Shorty getting money now aye

Make that bag drop

Put it in my hand

She know I'm the man with the plan with the bands

Beating on my chest better than your best, your last, and your next I can't be your hubby babyy I can't digest ain't no need to stress

I need me some rest

Fucking with them Nike boys

You gone earn a check, earn you some respect

Fuckin on a baddy she be crying during sex

I don't want lil baby, she be stressing me through text

Pass her to the next, check her off my list

Put that ass to sleep then I'm back talking shit, can't compete with this

Smoking on the loud I don't smoke on no catpiss I might trick it off

Damn I really need to quit,

Fucking up some commas

I done paid off all my rent

Fucked her in the whip

Why you think I got this tint

Make that ass drop drop drop

Make that bag drop drop drop

Make that ass drop drop drop

Make that bag drop drop drop

Aye shorty get your money

Aye shorty getting money now

Shorty getting money now aye