[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm dead fresh, fuck the cemetery
Leave a nigga an obituary
Shit is graphic, not fictionary
Me and money went and got married
Rock Versace like I'm gettin' sponsored
Muscled up, I ain't have a sponsor
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
You know what that stick could do to you?
You know what the brick can do for you?
You know what them pounds can do for you? Ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
I don't get mad, I get motivated
Real nigga way before the paper
In they face, you can see the hatred
'Cause a real nigga finally made it
Couple million in diamonds on me
Fast, wasn't just from rhymin' only
At the top, yeah, it's kinda lonely
But I come from Top Ramen, homie
Take it out the wrapper and bust it down
Tell the jeweler go'n bust it down
What it cost me? Like fifty thou'
Hit the lot with two-fifty now
All my niggas, yeah, they eatin' with me
But they used to be starvin' with me
Nowadays you can't bargain with me
In a foreign car with the carbon with me
Look, happiness is priceless
Off the head, you can't type this
In a two door, bitch, you might fit
Two Asian hoes and a white bitch
Made a million off rap last year
Told a bitch you can't crash here
Told a bitch need a pap smear
Pussy smell like last year, it's Philthy
I'm dead fresh, fuck the cemetery
Leave a nigga an obituary
Shit is graphic, not fictionary
Me and money went and got married
Rock Versace like I'm gettin' sponsored
Muscled up, I ain't have a sponsor
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
You know what that stick could do to you?
You know what the brick can do for you?
You know what them pounds can do for you? Ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
I don't get mad, I get motivated
Real nigga way before the paper
In they face, you can see the hatred
'Cause a real nigga finally made it
Couple million in diamonds on me
Fast, wasn't just from rhymin' only
At the top, yeah, it's kinda lonely
But I come from Top Ramen, homie
Take it out the wrapper and bust it down
Tell the jeweler go'n bust it down
What it cost me? Like fifty thou'
Hit the lot with two-fifty now
All my niggas, yeah, they eatin' with me
But they used to be starvin' with me
Nowadays you can't bargain with me
In a foreign car with the carbon with me
Look, happiness is priceless
Off the head, you can't type this
In a two door, bitch, you might fit
Two Asian hoes and a white bitch
Made a million off rap last year
Told a bitch you can't crash here
Told a bitch need a pap smear
Pussy smell like last year, it's Philthy
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