Takeoff - Drop It Off lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph & Quavo] Yeah yeah it's Dolph, Migos [Hook: Quavo & Young Dolph] Drop that sack off, drop the racks off Bad b**h in my car, takin' her panties off We know you real soft, that's real talk (real talk) This is for my n***as that get them birds off (yeah yeah) I know I got them people on my coattail (12) If you ain't getting no money I wish you well (go get the money) I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up) I gotta put you down by my clientele [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Clientele jumpin' think I'm on to somethin' I never had nothin', that's why I'm always stuntin' (yea) My right hand man was there when nobody wasn't You ever seen three million in cash n***a, in all hundreds Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming Throw away all the phones, uh I got rich off strong, yeah If you take care of your family then you're my type of n***a I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) [?] Can't do nothing with a broke hoe Can't trust a n***a cause where I come from they cut throat You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one) If it ain't bout big money, then I ain't who you lookin' for [Hook: Young Dolph & Quavo] Drop that sack off, drop the racks off Takin' her panties off We know you real soft, yeah that's real talk This for my n***as get them birds off I know I got them people on my coattail (12) If you ain't getting money wish you well (go get the money) I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up) I gotta put you down by my clientele [Verse 2: Quavo, Takeoff, & Offset] Colossal, Gelato Neighbors knockin' at my door, ask what's that loud smell? (Cookie) Draco, aimin' at my peephole (peephole) Ain't bout no violence, they gon' tell, quick to call 12 Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin' the raw, shells He poppin' that lame sh** The chopper shoot like it's a ball player Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste Who call the shots, who talk on wires? I bet I turn em to waste I keep the fire, Michael Myers I'm in the dark, connivin' Bombin', Osama Bin Laden Under the ground plottin' Smokin' on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks) When I'm with Dolph we divin' Slippery diamonds slidin' [Hook: Quavo & Young Dolph] Drop that sack off, drop the racks off Bad b**h in my car, takin' her panties off We know you real soft, that's real talk (real talk) This is for my n***as that get them birds off (yeah yeah) I know I got them people on my coattail (12) If you ain't getting no money I wish you well (go get the money) I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up) I gotta put you down by my clientele