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I get so politely daisy\nFuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280\n\nI sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'\nThought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million\nGod made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch\nYou could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit\n\nWhy you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?\nThe same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now\nIf you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now\nForgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now\n\nIt's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell\nIt's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail\nIt's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell\nI smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell\n\nSo drop\nDrop, drop, drop\nNow drop\nDrop, drop, drop\n\nWe marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers\nTell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us\nYou don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast\nTake a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast\n\nSnow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off\nMy blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off\nFind a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\nHundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\nFind a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\nHundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n\nPullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators\nMillion dollar generators, 90 fast investigators\nFor flashy cars, the prison bars, ménage à trois\nThe playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop\n\nNow drop\nDrop, drop, drop\nNow drop\nDrop, drop, drop","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.17] My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes\n[00:11.75] See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby\n[00:16.21] I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely daisy\n[00:18.93] Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280\n[00:22.54] I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'\n[00:25.26] Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million\n[00:28.99] God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch\n[00:32.58] You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit\n[00:36.10] Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?\n[00:39.79] The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now\n[00:43.36] If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now\n[00:46.94] Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now\n[00:50.69] It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell\n[00:53.39] It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail\n[00:57.83] It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell\n[01:00.50] I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell\n[01:04.16] So drop\n[01:05.99] Drop, drop, drop\n[01:11.37] Now drop\n[01:13.29] Drop, drop, drop\n[01:32.14] We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers\n[01:36.60] Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us\n[01:39.41] You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast\n[01:43.09] Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast\n[01:46.61] Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off\n[01:50.22] My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off\n[01:53.80] Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\n[01:57.43] Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n[02:01.05] Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\n[02:04.60] Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n[02:08.32] Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators\n[02:11.02] Million dollar generators, 90 fast investigators\n[02:15.55] For flashy cars, the prison bars, ménage à trois\n[02:18.22] The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop\n[02:35.46] Now drop\n[02:37.21] Drop, drop, drop\n[02:42.69] Now drop\n[02:44.45] Drop, drop, drop\n[02:49.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop\n  artist: Rich Boy\n  album: Drop\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 11750\n- text: See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby\n  start_ms: 11750\n  end_ms: 16210\n- text: I'm not crazy, why you lazy? 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I get so politely daisy\n  Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280\n\n  I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'\n  Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million\n  God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch\n  You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit\n\n  Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?\n  The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now\n  If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now\n  Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now\n\n  It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell\n  It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail\n  It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell\n  I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell\n\n  So drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n\n  We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers\n  Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us\n  You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast\n  Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast\n\n  Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off\n  My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off\n  Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\n  Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n  Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\n  Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n\n  Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators\n  Million dollar generators, 90 fast investigators\n  For flashy cars, the prison bars, ménage à trois\n  The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop\n\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n"},{"id":38943362,"name":"Drop","trackName":"Drop","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Drop","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes\nSee my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby\nI'm not crazy, why you lazy? 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I get so politely daisy\n  Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280\n\n  I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'\n  Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million\n  God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch\n  You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit\n\n  Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?\n  The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now\n  If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now\n  Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now\n\n  It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell\n  It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail\n  It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell\n  I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell\n\n  So drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n\n  We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers\n  Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us\n  You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast\n  Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast\n\n  Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off\n  My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off\n  Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\n  Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n  Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\n  Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n\n  Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators\n  Million dollar generators, 90 fast investigators\n  For flashy cars, the prison bars, mnage trois\n  The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop\n\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n"},{"id":34327844,"name":"Drop (clean)","trackName":"Drop (clean)","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Drop (clean)","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes\nSee my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby\nI'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely daisy\nFuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280\n\nI sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'\nThought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million\nGod made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch\nYou could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit\n\nWhy you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?\nThe same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now\nIf you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now\nForgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now\n\nIt's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell\nIt's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail\nIt's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell\nI smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell\n\nSo drop\nDrop, drop, drop\nNow drop\nDrop, drop, drop\n\nWe marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers\nTell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us\nYou don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast\nTake a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast\n\nSnow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off\nMy blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off\nFind a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\nHundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\nFind a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\nHundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n\nPullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators\nMillion dollar generators, 90 fast investigators\nFor flashy cars, the prison bars, mnage trois\nThe playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop\n\nNow drop\nDrop, drop, drop\nNow drop\nDrop, drop, drop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop (clean)\n  artist: Rich Boy\n  album: Drop (clean)\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes\n  See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby\n  I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely daisy\n  Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280\n\n  I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'\n  Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million\n  God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch\n  You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit\n\n  Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?\n  The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now\n  If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now\n  Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now\n\n  It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell\n  It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail\n  It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell\n  I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell\n\n  So drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n\n  We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers\n  Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us\n  You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast\n  Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast\n\n  Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off\n  My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off\n  Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\n  Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n  Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator\n  Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper\n\n  Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators\n  Million dollar generators, 90 fast investigators\n  For flashy cars, the prison bars, mnage trois\n  The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop\n\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n  Now drop\n  Drop, drop, drop\n"}]