Drop It on the Scale Songtext
von Young Dolph

Nah we don′t count that money no more dawg
We drop that shit on the scale, dawg
Drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale

I got P's in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosy ass old lady next door, she lookin hard
Stuffin′ trees in the ziplock, cuzzo over there whippin' hard
Weighin' P′s on the scale while I′m takin' phone calls
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale


Get a pack in, shit I might as well
Kill for my niggas? Shit, fuck yeah
Bill Bellamy, I′ll show you how to be a player
We don't count that money no more, we drop it on the scale
One day we gon′ be rich, that's what I told my boy Lil Trell
Nowadays I fuck bad bitches in big boy hotels
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
Got your bitch takin' shots, ass naked showin′ out
In my spot countin′ paper, nigga that's that paper route
I′m the underdog, Meek so what the fuck the hatin' ′bout?

I got P's in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosy ass old lady next door, she lookin hard
Stuffin′ trees in the ziplock, cuzzo over there whippin' hard
Weighin' P′s on the scale while I′m takin' phone calls
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale


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 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, I′m on that cash studyin' shit
Since I started this shit, dawg I been the CEO
But you damn right, hell yeah I fuck with Daeo
I got a pocket full of money, I got a strong smoke sack
Got your bitch on my dick, I got the city on my back
Got a stupid ass toy and that bitch hold a hundred
Just like my toy, fuck nigga, I′m a hundred

I got P's in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosy ass old lady next door, she lookin hard
Stuffin' trees in the ziplock, cuzzo over there whippin′ hard
Weighin′ P's on the scale while I′m takin' phone calls
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale
Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale