Lyrical Breakdown of Drop It on the Scale - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Drop It on the Scale" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Nah we don't count that money no more dawg We drop that shit on the scale, dawg Drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale I got P's in the house, coupe in the front yard Nosy ass old lady next door, she lookin hard Stuffin' trees in the ziplock, cuzzo over there whippin' hard Weighin' P's on the scale while I'm takin' phone calls Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Get a pack in, shit I might as well Kill for my niggas? Shit, fuck yeah Bill Bellamy, I'll show you how to be a player We don't count that money no more, we drop it on the scale One day we gon' be rich, that's what I told my boy Lil Trell Nowadays I fuck bad bitches in big boy hotels Before this rap shit, I was always everywhere Fuck this music, I can make a million off a scale They comin' in and goin' out Got your bitch takin' shots, ass naked showin' out In my spot countin' paper, nigga that's that paper route I'm the underdog, Meek so what the fuck the hatin' 'bout? I got P's in the house, coupe in the front yard Nosy ass old lady next door, she lookin hard Stuffin' trees in the ziplock, cuzzo over there whippin' hard Weighin' P's on the scale while I'm takin' phone calls Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale What's that fuckin' smell? (Loud) Roll it up nigga, then I put it in the air (strong) Nigga act like you know I got this shit for sale What the fuck you mean? My nigga you can look at me and tell You can look at me and tell Give a fuck about a nigga (what?) Give a fuck about a bitch You know what up with me my nigga, I'm on that cash studyin' shit Since I started this shit, dawg I been the CEO But you damn right, hell yeah I fuck with Daeo I got a pocket full of money, I got a strong smoke sack Got your bitch on my dick, I got the city on my back Got a stupid ass toy and that bitch hold a hundred Just like my toy, fuck nigga, I'm a hundred I got P's in the house, coupe in the front yard Nosy ass old lady next door, she lookin hard Stuffin' trees in the ziplock, cuzzo over there whippin' hard Weighin' P's on the scale while I'm takin' phone calls Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale Drop it on the scale, drop it on the scale