Released: January 1, 2008
Songwriter: R. Kelly
Producer: R. Kelly
[Chorus]
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
[Verse 1]
I rolls through, candy apple 'ghini on 'em
Gucci vest, white T, Nike's matching on 'em
Chicks tryna catch, I throw a couple dreams on 'em
It's the weatherman and I'm about rain on 'em
Drop hits on 'em, magic like tricks on 'em
And they can never be me 'cause I throw a hex on 'em
I gotta Benz truck, a Maybach
Yellow two seater Bentley like a lemon drop
Wrist a hundred grand, chest about three hundred grand
Identify me when you see me pop that rubber band
Used to look at chicks sideways since a young boy
Gotta crush on dat dollar ever since a young boy
Now life's a candy store as if I was a young boy
Living life fast lane, rolling in them big toys
[Pre-Chorus]
To the white mall in them suburbs
'Bout to buy it all and take some numbers
[Chorus]
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
[Verse 2]
I'm in hot pursuit 'cause I'm a paper chaser
In that coupe switching lanes like I'm speed racing
Speeding like a drunk on the weekend
Crash the club like whoosh, what we drinking?
I just blew one and man I'm feeling so right
Look in the rear view my lining looking so tight
I gotta hood chick but all she wanna do is fight
I gotta model chick but she stay higher than a kite
I walk up in the club, you would think I froze time
Been a playa mayne ever since the street sign
Jacob, got a million, face on it, watermelon
Contracts up, Kel's about to make a killing
I ain't only in the game, pimp, I'm from running it
Fourth quarter, give me the ball, bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
To the white mall in them suburbs
'Bout to buy it all and take some numbers
[Chorus]
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
[Bridge]
Yup, I'm bragging, I gotta lot of hoes
Yup, I'm bragging, I gotta lot of clothes
Yup, I'm bragging, I gotta lot of cars
Yup, I'm bragging, bitch I'm a superstar
And yup, I'm bragging, I gotta lot of ice
Yup, I'm bragging, got stunners on at night
Yup, I'm bragging, I'm ballin' in the club
Yup, I'm bragging and I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
[Verse 1]
I rolls through, candy apple 'ghini on 'em
Gucci vest, white T, Nike's matching on 'em
Chicks tryna catch, I throw a couple dreams on 'em
It's the weatherman and I'm about rain on 'em
Drop hits on 'em, magic like tricks on 'em
And they can never be me 'cause I throw a hex on 'em
I gotta Benz truck, a Maybach
Yellow two seater Bentley like a lemon drop
Wrist a hundred grand, chest about three hundred grand
Identify me when you see me pop that rubber band
Used to look at chicks sideways since a young boy
Gotta crush on dat dollar ever since a young boy
Now life's a candy store as if I was a young boy
Living life fast lane, rolling in them big toys
[Pre-Chorus]
To the white mall in them suburbs
'Bout to buy it all and take some numbers
[Chorus]
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
[Verse 2]
I'm in hot pursuit 'cause I'm a paper chaser
In that coupe switching lanes like I'm speed racing
Speeding like a drunk on the weekend
Crash the club like whoosh, what we drinking?
I just blew one and man I'm feeling so right
Look in the rear view my lining looking so tight
I gotta hood chick but all she wanna do is fight
I gotta model chick but she stay higher than a kite
I walk up in the club, you would think I froze time
Been a playa mayne ever since the street sign
Jacob, got a million, face on it, watermelon
Contracts up, Kel's about to make a killing
I ain't only in the game, pimp, I'm from running it
Fourth quarter, give me the ball, bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
To the white mall in them suburbs
'Bout to buy it all and take some numbers
[Chorus]
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
[Bridge]
Yup, I'm bragging, I gotta lot of hoes
Yup, I'm bragging, I gotta lot of clothes
Yup, I'm bragging, I gotta lot of cars
Yup, I'm bragging, bitch I'm a superstar
And yup, I'm bragging, I gotta lot of ice
Yup, I'm bragging, got stunners on at night
Yup, I'm bragging, I'm ballin' in the club
Yup, I'm bragging and I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
Drop, drop, drop top two seater, me and my Gucci (Gucci)
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