[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
59 bad bitches, Roles Truck on 6's
Yeah, he might be a gangsta, but he is not the richest
Broke niggas telling jokes, keep it off the net
Stomp down around this bitch, playing [?]
Man, them niggas clout chasing, niggas dying for a buzz
All that weak ass shit, I wouldn't sign you for a dub
They ain't never had [?] til them niggas met me
In the middle of the ocean, bad bitch on jetski
If you ain't know that rich is gangsta
Ain't gotta drop no bag, a lotta gangstas ohe me favors
Four pockets full, but they call me 59
A hundred thousand on this Roley, still can't find time
Bad bitch from L.A., she know I'm having thangs
[?] F.O.D., but get diamond chains
Solitars in my vinears
Five karot stones up in each ear
[Verse 2 ?]
Thesе niggas wanna beef, but I can't find time
I'm sipping liquor with a bitch who look like fine winе
Get rich, put on my whole team, it ain't no I in mine
Before the deal, I been had motion, nigga, I ain't lieing
In Vegas on the strip, all these blues, they think I'm Crip
Nigga [?] rip, while something big come off my hip
Everywhere I go, I leave a puddle, I keep putting on all this drip
I don't do no capping, [?] hear it come from my lip
Know we getting chicken, riding round with 30 racks in the coupe
I come from selling rocks, bitch, I feel like Pac, I got the Juice
I get fly as fuck, they tried to cut my wings, I still flew
Money talk, if it ain't about them racks, then I ain't hearing you
59 bad bitches, Roles Truck on 6's
Yeah, he might be a gangsta, but he is not the richest
Broke niggas telling jokes, keep it off the net
Stomp down around this bitch, playing [?]
Man, them niggas clout chasing, niggas dying for a buzz
All that weak ass shit, I wouldn't sign you for a dub
They ain't never had [?] til them niggas met me
In the middle of the ocean, bad bitch on jetski
If you ain't know that rich is gangsta
Ain't gotta drop no bag, a lotta gangstas ohe me favors
Four pockets full, but they call me 59
A hundred thousand on this Roley, still can't find time
Bad bitch from L.A., she know I'm having thangs
[?] F.O.D., but get diamond chains
Solitars in my vinears
Five karot stones up in each ear
[Verse 2 ?]
Thesе niggas wanna beef, but I can't find time
I'm sipping liquor with a bitch who look like fine winе
Get rich, put on my whole team, it ain't no I in mine
Before the deal, I been had motion, nigga, I ain't lieing
In Vegas on the strip, all these blues, they think I'm Crip
Nigga [?] rip, while something big come off my hip
Everywhere I go, I leave a puddle, I keep putting on all this drip
I don't do no capping, [?] hear it come from my lip
Know we getting chicken, riding round with 30 racks in the coupe
I come from selling rocks, bitch, I feel like Pac, I got the Juice
I get fly as fuck, they tried to cut my wings, I still flew
Money talk, if it ain't about them racks, then I ain't hearing you
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