Drop Rich Boy (Ft. Polow da Don)

[Intro: Rich Boy & Polow da Don]
Turn this shit 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
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 usе your heart now
It's hard to get rich, but it ain't shit to go to Hell (Ho!)
It's hard to sеll 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 (Yeah)