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all cap - philthy rich lyrics

[intro: rich the factor]

from the bay to kc n*gga, you already know
we back n*gga
ugh
yea

[verse 1: rich the factor]
we doing shots out the 1800 (mexican henney n*gga)
let’s make a toast keep gettin’ this money (let’s toast)
we held them shots up in the air (toast to the game)
blew a few band*aids just in there (few band*aids)
bust down on the cartier (bust down, bust down)
keisha cole in the party, yea (n*gga kc, n*gga)
all my n*ggas blowing money, yea (bmf n*gga)
these bougie b*tches acting funny, yea (bougie b*tch)
til’ they find out we the money men
??? ’round rubber bands, ??? to walk ??? the jewelry dance
in an old school worth a hundred grand (worth a hundred grand)
???? smoke a hundred strains (a hundred strains)
and her man run a hundred errands (running errands)
at the trap house on 10th and terrance (10th and terrance)
the neighbors just ??? ???
diamond cuts in different karats
now the b*tch, she feel embarrassed (bougie b*tch)
[chorus: rich the factor]
its f*cked up, yea ain’t it man (ain’t it man)
she got cat*fished by the maintenance man (by the maintenance man?)
cappin’ make you famous man (cappin’ n*gga)
all that cappin’ make you famous man (cappin’)

its f*cked up, yea ain’t it man (f*cked up)
she got cat*fished by the maintenance man (cast*fished)
all the cappin’ make you famous man (famous man)
all the cappin’ make you famous man (famous man)

[verse 2: philthy rich]
i don’t cap in these n*ggas raps
i ain’t never seen n*ggas in the trap
got a bad b*tch up in minne*app
made a million in hustlin’ and a million in rap
big dog in your city n*gga when i touchdown i don’t check in
soon as i step off the plane, got a blunt rolled and an f*n
bad b*tch go and run it in
i don’t wanna five, b*tch i wanna ten
run it up and then come again
while i’m out of state, on the run again
east oak n*gga, bet you know i f*ck with the n*ggas out in kc
best thing to ever happen to a b*tch, who the f*ck gonna replace me
??? a dime
lotta n*ggas couldn’t do the time
80 thousand just to k!ll the time
n*ggas hate, tell ’em get in line
rich n*gga just like fact
factor n*gga, just like rich
outside on this nightshift, trying to move this white sh*t
real n*ggas up in wichita
i don’t give a f*ck what ya saw
nah we don’t talk to the law
nah we don’t ever get involved
100 thousand, all blue, took me like a whole month to stack it up
blew it all like in five minutes, b*tch we hit the mall just to f*ck it up
its philthy
[chorus: rich the factor]
its f*cked up, yea ain’t it man (ain’t it man)
she got cat*fished by the maintenance man (by the maintenance man?)
cappin’ make you famous man (cappin’ n*gga)
all that cappin’ make you famous man (cappin’)

- philthy rich lyrics

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