Droptop - Yung Fume, M Huncho

Wake up put my chain on, man I’m fleek

Walkin' round with big bands all on me

So much money I can’t even sleep

I go Amsterdam for the week

Pull up in droptop, pull up in droptops (yeah)

Pull up in droptops, pull up in droptops (yeah)

I just sold out the shop, I just sold out the lot (yeah)

Pull up in droptops, pull up in droptops

They told me it’s timing never late

Wake up put my chains on man now I’m fleek

Get so much money I can’t sleep

I just sold out the shop

I just, I just sold out the shop

Pull up in a drop, pull up pull up in a drop

I just made a lot, I just spent like double prof

And I brought back triple figures, we never had enough

Gotta teach these little niggas that it’s all about wealth

It’s 'bout the money in bands, and you gotta have your family

I did this shit with a plan, I did this shit never ran

I did this shit never ran, I did it solo, did it with my mans

Oh shit, I did not pop in these hands

Oh shit, smoking this food in my balance

Oh shit, and I came up with a talent

Oh shit, the bullets they rapid

Oh shit, yeah, I need a 6 bedroom palace

Oh shit, yeah, I’m wavey, I’m wavey like oceans

Remember I was down on my lowest

Remember I was down on my lowest (yeah)

Now they pay me when I’m live, still got the 45

Drinking the lean and sprite, might fuck a beanie tonight

Might make a CD tonight, my fans say they need me, I’m tired

talking miles, talking miles

Wake up put my chain on, man I’m fleek

Walkin' round with big bands all on me

So much money I can’t even sleep

I go Amsterdam for the week

Pull up in droptop, pull up in droptops (yeah)

Pull up in droptops, pull up in droptops (yeah)

I just sold out the shop, I just sold out the lot (yeah)

Pull up in droptops, pull up in droptops

I just want to fuck and ignore

They told me rack up the score

So I the tally, the pack

Money, I need more

Dallys in the ends burning tires

Foreign doing up some rally, uh

I’m sittin' with bosses, the loss ain’t important

The cost is appaling, the ganja exotic

Can’t believe that I’m coughing now, put 'em all in a coffin

They’ll be flying to Florence, the smell is so potent

My grams she be holding, mummy gave me a scalding

My money ain’t folded, got some Cali and she rolled it

Got some money but she gold diggin'

Get the 'rink and we pour it

with me now we’re tourin'

They’re sleeping on me but they’re boring

Sleeping on me but they’re boring

Gyally callin' but she boring

Told the plug I’m fucking touring, I had to tell the plug I’m fucking touring

I get the pack in the morning

I get it gone by the evening

All of my niggas they eatin'

I got a show on the weekend

Empty car pack with no one in it

Just some sucky I’ll leave in a minute

I ain’t done baggin' b, let me finish

Everyone’s so mad but their tummies filling

Yeah, yeah, I know the feeling

No food on my plate, yeah I know the feeling

Yeah, now I’m getting cake, yeah I know the feeling

You broke bummy boys, you don’t know the feeling

Yeah, let the smoke fucking touch the ceiling

Uh, too many losses now I got my winnings

Uh, no handouts yeah I’m tired of giving

Before rap full facts, money drug dealing, yeah

Wake up put my chain on, man I’m fleek

Walkin' round with big bands all on me

So much money I can’t even sleep

I go Amsterdam for the week

Pull up in droptop, pull up in droptops (yeah)

Pull up in droptops, pull up in droptops (yeah)

I just sold out the shop, I just sold out the lot (yeah)

Pull up in droptops, pull up in droptops