Drop It on the Scale

Lyrics

[Intro] Now we don't count that money no more, dawg (Paper Route Empire) We drop that shit 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 (Shit) 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, shit I might as well Kill for my niggas, shit fuck 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 fuck bad bitches at big boy hotels (Yes) Before this rap shit, I was always everywhere Fuck this music, I can make a million off a scale They comin' in and goin' out (Gone) Got your bitch takin' shots ass naked, showin' out (Ooh) In my spot countin' paper, nigga that's that Paper Route I'm the-I'm the Go and meet, So what the fuck the hatin' bout [Chorus] I got Ps in the house, coupe in the front yard Nosy-ass old lady next door, she lookin' hard (Shit) 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 fuckin' smell? (Loud) Roll it up nigga, then I put it in the air (Strong) Nigga act like you know I got this shit for sale (What?) What the fuck you mean my nigga, you can look at me and tell, you can look at me and tell Give a fuck about a nigga (What?) Give a fuck about a bitch You know what up with me my nigga, im on that castalia shit Since I started this shit, dawg I been the CEO (Yeah, yeah) But you damn right, hell yeah I fuck with daddy-o I got a pocket full of money, I got a strong smoke sack I got yo bitch on my dick, I got the city on my back (Uh-uh) Got a stupid-ass toy, and that bitch hold a hundred (Brat) Just like my toy, fuck nigga, 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 (Shit) 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