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A2 - The Fall Out (Ft. Kash Wallis)



Wanna see a lotta paper 'fore I meet my maker
In a beach eating snapper back home in Jamaica yeah
My yellow heart is in Tobago yeah
Bet she gonna pop it when I say so
This is real money this ain't play dough
Been a trill nigga since the incubator
I'm gonna get this money tell em F a hater
She said ill tell you later

She gon' pop it for me
Says she gonna drop it for me
She gon' pop it for me
Says she gonna drop it for me
She gon' pop it for me
She gonna drop it for me
My niggas like when your shit dropping homie?
I'm like who? I just keep it lowkey you know me

When's your shit dropping
I know they're all watching
And I got what they want do they still want it?
Once I get this popping
Only God can make me stop it word
Now I know what goes on in their mind
Bunch of missed calls from these washed rappers
Weren't ringing me when it was their time
And now it's foreign grind and posh air lines
With some vixen chicks and some rare wine
All these radio spins got me ballin' off of this air time
I'm in Amsterdam with some day ones
Dutch girl tellin' me she smoke marijuana and bay rum
Told me live for the day cos we're getting older and the days young
She said I should answer my phone when the days done
It's either she's either a heart donor or a hard smoker word
She gon' pop it for me
Yeah she gon' drop it for me
She gon' pop it for me
Then she gon' drop it for me
She gon' pop it for me
Then she gon' drop it for me
My niggas like when your shits dropping homie?
I tell 'em call me I just keep it lowkey you know me
I tell 'em call me I just keep it lowkey you know me
I tell 'em call me I just keep it lowkey you know me
I tell 'em call me I just keep it lowkey you know me