Let the Beat Drop Baby Money

[Intro]
(1800 for you)

[Chorus]
Let the beat drop
Get in your bag on 'em
Amiris, still got the tags on 'em
If it's cameras, I'ma do it with my mask on
I do diamonds, new Glock, blue flag on it
You ain't slid on who shot you, but you brag on it
Save every dollar that you got, it's gon' last longer
Pretty loyal-ass bitch with an ass on her

[Verse 1]
I copped a bag from the plug to put a bag on her
Bro, chill out, I drive the foreign like I'm a crash dummy
Throwin' hundreds out the roof like this my last moment
Take a picture for my Glock, put the flash on 'em
They call it ghetto, but I really never had nothin'
We done did a lot of shit, but I won't brag on it
We done hit a lot of licks, that's why this mag on me
Fucked a lot of niggas' bitches, it's a sad moment
The whip two-fifty, it's ten thousand to get tags on it
Zero miles on that bitch, do the dash for 'em
Dropped out of school, now it's a hundred in my bag tourin'