Drop It on the Scale lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
Now we don't count that money no more, dawg (Paper Route Empire)
We drop that sh*t on the scale, dawg
Drop in the scale, drop the scale

[Chorus]
I got Ps in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosy-ass old lady next door, she lookin' hard (sh*t)
Stuffin' trees in the ziplock, 'cause I'm over there whippin' hard (Skrrt)
Weighin' Ps on the scale while I'm taking phone calls (Call up)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale

[Verse 1]
Get a pack in, sh*t I might as well
Kill for my n*ggas, sh*t f*ck yeah (What?)
Be a better man, I'll show you how to be a player (Yeah)
We don't count that money no more, we drop it on the scale
One day we gon' be rich, thats what I told my boy LaTrel (Yeah)
Nowadays I f*ck bad b*tches at big boy hotels (Yes)
Before this rap sh*t, I was always everywhere
f*ck this music, I can make a million off a scale
They comin' in and goin' out (Gone)
Got your b*tch takin' shots ass naked, showin' out (Ooh)
In my spot countin' paper, n*gga that's that Paper Route
I'm the-I'm the Go and meet, So what the f*ck the hatin' bout
[Chorus]
I got Ps in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosy-ass old lady next door, she lookin' hard (sh*t)
Stuffin' trees in the ziplock, 'cause I'm over there whippin' hard (Skrrt)
Weighin' Ps on the scale while I'm taking phone calls (I'm at the spot, bruh)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale

[Verse 2]
What's that f*ckin' smell? (Loud)
Roll it up n*gga, then I put it in the air (Strong)
n*gga act like you know I got this sh*t for sale (What?)
What the f*ck you mean my n*gga, you can look at me and tell, you can look at me and tell
Give a f*ck about a n*gga (What?)
Give a f*ck about a b*tch
You know what up with me my n*gga, im on that castalia sh*t
Since I started this sh*t, dawg I been the CEO (Yeah, yeah)
But you damn right, hell yeah I f*ck with daddy-o
I got a pocket full of money, I got a strong smoke sack
I got yo b*tch on my di*k, I got the city on my back (Uh-uh)
Got a stupid-ass toy, and that b*tch hold a hundred (Brat)
Just like my toy, f*ck n*gga, I'm a hundred

[Chorus]
I got Ps in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosy-ass old lady next door, she lookin' hard (sh*t)
Stuffin' trees in the ziplock, 'cause I'm over there whippin' hard (Skrrt)
Weighin' Ps on the scale while I'm taking phone calls (Come get it, bruh)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale (Ayy, ayy)
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
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