Drop It On The Scale Song Lyrics

Drop It On The Scale by Young Dolph

I got peas in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosey ass old lady next door, she lookin’ hard
Stuffin’ trees in the zip-loc, cause I’m over there whippin’ hard
Weighin’ peas on the scale while I’m taking phone calls

Drop it on the scale! [x8]

Get a pack in, sh*t I might as well
Kill for my niggas, sh*t f**k yeah
Be a betterman I’ll show you how to be a player
We don’t count that money no mo’, we drop it on the scale
One day we gone be rich, that’s what I told my boy LaTrel
Nowadays I f**k bad b**ches at big boy hotels
Before this rap sh*t, I was always everywhere
f**k this music, I can make a million off a scale
They comin’ in and goin out, got yo b**ch takin’ shots ass naked, showin’ out
In my spot countin’ paper, nigga that’s that paper route
I’m the-I’m the Go and meet, So what the f**k the hatin’ bout

I got peas in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosey ass old lady next door, she lookin’ hard
Stuffin’ trees in the zip-loc, cause I’m over there whippin’ hard
Weighin’ peas on the scale while I’m taking phone calls

Drop it on the scale! [x8]

What’s that f**kin’ smell (LOUD)
Roll it up nigga, then I put it in the air
Nigga act like you know I got this sh*t for sale
What the f**k you mean my nigga
you can look at me and tell, you can look at me need tell
Give a f**k about a nigga, Give a f**k about a b**ch
You know what up with me my nig, I’m on that castalia sh*t
Since I started this sh*t, dogg I been the CEO
But you damn right, Hell yea I f**k with Daddy-O
I got a pocket full of money, I got a strong smoke sack
I got yo b**ch on my dick, I got the city on my back
Got a stupid ass toy, and that b**ch hold a hunna
JUST LIKE MY TOY, f**k NIGGA I’m A HUNNA!

I got peas in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosey ass old lady next door, she lookin’ hard
Stuffin’ trees in the zip-loc, cause I’m over there whippin’ hard
Weighin’ peas on the scale while I’m taking phone calls

Drop it on the scale! [x8]