loose change (remix) - philthy rich lyrics
[intro]
(run that money counter, baby)
(pour that sh*t up, trvpyyy)
[chorus: 42 dugg]
water on my neck, yeah, two chains
and i keep fifty on me like loose change
all my n*ggas into robbin’, bruce wayne
won’t never catch me actin’
in the hood, i’m too active
won’t never catch me actin’, ayy
i’m spendin’, should be stackin’
none of my cars tinted, get at me
[verse 1: 42 dugg]
my b*tches be spoiled, you ain’t makin’ noise
the ‘cat or a ‘hawk, yeah, i keep me a toy
my n*ggas be neuer, don’t speak out or loiter
you can’t come between us, my n*ggas too loyal
she love me to death, still i treat her like sh*t
i’m f*ckin’ her best friend, i’m f*ckin’ her sis
my n*gga gettin’ head, i told him to switch
i’m gettin’ this money, i’m gettin’ this bag
my n*gga ever need me, i’ll give him my last
i did it myself, yeah, all by my own
too many around to be feelin’ alone
ayy, i’m f*ckin’ her good
ayy, i’m f*ckin’ her good, i’m f*ckin’ her good
my house in the ‘burbs, still i come from the hood
i wish a n*gga would play with me
i still got the pints and got the weed
[chorus: 42 dugg]
water on my neck, yeah, two chains
and i keep fifty on me like loose change
all my n*ggas into robbin’, bruce wayne
won’t never catch me actin’
in the hood, i’m too active
won’t never catch me actin’, ayy
i’m spendin’, should be stackin’
none of my cars tinted, get at me
[verse 2: philthy rich]
she told me she love me, i told her i hate her
i told her i love her, she told me she hate me
her ex*n*gga broke and that n*gga a hater
he flex on the ‘gram, but that n*gga a faker
i get my d*ck sucked while i’m countin’ this paper
that n*gga went broke and he f*cked up his paper
i f*ck on her now and you f*ck on her later
she call me back over to f*ck on me later
i sit on the field while i’m watchin’ the raiders
an east oakland n*gga, but moved to las vegas
he used to be solid, but turned to a traitor
the only black n*gga on my block, ain’t no neighbors
an eighty*five inch, but you don’t see no cables
i come from the hood where we used to steal cable
designer my jeans, but you don’t see no label
i’m still in the streets, i ain’t signed to no label
[chorus: 42 dugg]
water on my neck, yeah, two chains
and i keep fifty on me like loose change
all my n*ggas into robbin’, bruce wayne
won’t never catch me actin’
in the hood, i’m too active
won’t never catch me actin’, ayy
i’m spendin’, should be stackin’
none of my cars tinted, get at me
[verse 3: money man]
i keep the flame and these n*ggas be schemin’
had to cut n*ggas off ’cause them n*ggas be leechin’
my bad b*tch from oakland, she nasty, she freaky
but she too attached and she act like she need me
i’m burnin’ on cookie, this sh*t tastin’ creamy
watch who you hang around, these n*ggas sneaky
can’t trust a soul, so i feel like a loner
whippin’ this ‘vette and this sh*t not a loaner
he tried to play me, now he in a coma
he tried to rob the spot, now he a goner
bad b*tch from richmond in love with my spirit
this sh*t so loud and i know that you hear it
save up them racks, i did that for my children
they show respect when i walk in the building
she told me put it in, she tryna feel it
my fragrance gucci, yeah, i’m talkin’ guilty
just caught a play at a room in the hilton
found me a glitch in the system, i milked it
i got a white b*tch with me, her name mildred
she got the swipes and we made us a k!lling
half a billion streams and a n*gga still dealin’
made four million from the music independent
burnin’ on biscotti, i be burnin’ like a chimney
i just served a n*gga ten bags off [?][2:53]
[outro]
(run that money counter, baby)
(pour that sh*t up, trvpyyy)
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