Lyrics Droptop - Yung Fume, M Huncho

Droptop

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