Drop It (feat. Fred Money)

Uh
I see you girl
Lookin' flyer then a motherfucker
Why don't you come over here for a minute?
I need a favour from you
Make sure you good to go

Make sure you good to go
Babygirl we came here for a show
Ima smoke the dro
And you gon' drop it to the floor
And you gon' drop it to the floor
And you gon' drop it to the floor
Yeah
Drop it to the floor
Ima smoke the dro
You, you gon' drop it to the floor

Now hold on, lemme sit up
Comin' out the ground lookin' better than a pin up
Got the blunt lit up
Louis my decor you should see the way it's set up
Booty on the floor you should see the way it get up
My high school sweetheart, so we got a past man
She know me to be everlasting
So on her ass man
I'm pourin' champagne
She drop it every week, like my Fire Friday campaign
Professional like she do it for the town
No Lonely Island but she threw it on the ground
See see no touch, I blame it on the crown
But she'll let me scope it out like I'm aiming on the pound
Ain't nothin' wrong
Can't knock your hustle so I'll put it in your thong
Keep poppin' all night long
We don't work on budgets
Dancin' by the pole like you ain't gon' touch it
After you back it up, then stop it
I put the money on ya ass like ya back pocket
Want me to break off, tell me who the Cake Boss
Got your clothes like a spaceship ready for take off

Make sure you good to go
Babygirl we came here for a show
Ima smoke the dro
And you gon' drop it to the floor
And you gon' drop it to the floor
And you gon' drop it to the floor
Yeah
Drop it to the floor
Ima smoke the dro
You, you gon' drop it to the floor

I told her drop it for the guap
Drop it like it's hot
Take her to my car have her drop it in a drop
Pop it and I lock, I don't mean the dance
Told her show me what you got
She said I don't need no hands
I said yea that be the plan, this right here my jam
Kids in her mouth how I let her meet my fam
Leave me speechless like they greet me Japan
Got her ass in the air ima beat it when it land
Freezer on my hand I'm a cold motherfuckin' watch
I told her back it up and don't you motherfuckin' stop
Smackin' her with loads of motherfuckin' guap
While she bouncin' like she on some motherfuckin' shocks
Couple shot for a mag, she bad, I bag
So now these niggas mad, it's sad, she glad
Loungin' in my pad
Cause she love a star who garage got a now or later jag
Fag
My living room got a stripper pole
Soon as she seen it she was fienin' got in stripper mode
I wanna see a show, before she hit the road
So I let her do a do, as she hit the floor

Make sure you good to go
Babygirl we came here for a show
Ima smoke the dro
And you gon' drop it to the floor
And you gon' drop it to the floor
And you gon' drop it to the floor
Yeah
Drop it to the floor
Ima smoke the dro
You, you gon' drop it to the floor