Don’t Stop Philthy Rich & Peezy (Ft. BandGang Paid Will)

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Actvis, no Nighquill
Up here's how the top feel
Pop niggas, I don't pop pills
40 P's, I gotta crop still
These rappers niggas, still not real
Them diamonds on them, they are not real
Designer jeans, got a knot still
But I keep enough to get your block killed
I'm in the D, me and Paid Will
Broke nigga, we don't make deals
Took ten out of [?]
Ruth's Chris for a steak meal
Bad bitch got on red heels
[?]
A hundred thousand [?]
I sip syrup, I don't sell [?]
[?] that's the Bentley Truck
Baby mama need a tummy tuck
High tech in my double cup
I call the play, my niggas huddle up
About this paper, I'ma run it up
Niggas hated on a nigga coming up
Make a bitch suck a hundred nuts
These VS1's, no diamond cuts
Play with me, I don't think you dumb enough
Well, you better go and dig your brother up
Bad bitch, she wanna cuddle up
It's cold, any streets, you better bundle up
In the hood, you get your bundle up
Niggas took it from you, and they made your cut
Your ex nigga, just a runner up
He ain't on my level, he ain't made enough
It's Philthy