Death Before Dishonor Philthy Rich (Ft. Fetty Wap)

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
It's death before dishonor, baby
Loyalty before designer, baby
17, you know behind me, baby
And you know where to find me, baby
It's death before dishonor, baby
Loyalty before designer, baby
And 17 behind me, baby
And you know where to find me, baby

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
[?] where you find me at
Washed the money at the laundry mat
Feds think I'm tryna launder that
Baby mama found a condom wrap
RGF and FOD
In the kitchen with the recipe
All these dishes up in the sink, tell her come in here she got a mess to clean
Yeah it's death before dishonor ho
I'm in all this designer though
I been smoking on jalato though
She be fucking with the Prada though
BMW with mosquito doors
Leave a pussy nigga decompose
Got naked pictures of your baby mama, nigga play with me, and I'll leak them
I'm the richest nigga from the east
You the bitchest nigga in the streets
In the form, but you don't got the peek
I don't do the rent, and no, I don't lease
300 what I spent this week
Had been and went copped the piece
Pussy nigga wanna squash the beef
When you talk to me, speak properly
It's Philthy, nigga