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money right - philthy rich lyrics

[chorus: cookie money & philthy rich]
you better have your money right for me to pay attention (pay attention)
i’m bossed up, ain’t got no love for these broke b-tches (bossed up)
they every weekend in the club, call ’em b-m b-tches (b-m b-tches)
tryna ride a n-gg- wave, call ’em surf b-tches (surf b-tches)
twenty dollars on a bottle, fashion nova b-tches (hah)
if you ain’t runnin’ up them bands, i ain’t f-ckin’ with you (i ain’t f-ckin’ with you)
you gotta put it in my hands like them real b-tches (ayy, it’s philthy, n-gg-)
you investing when you f-ckin’ with a real n-gg- (uh-huh, look)

[verse 1: philthy rich]
saddity b-tch think that she the sh-t (b-tch)
already got my money up, don’t need you for sh-t (uh-uh)
my n-gg- f-ckin’ my opp baby mama (is that right?)
you playin’ with the wrong n-gg-, i’m playin’ with these commas (it’s philthy)
fod chains for the b-tches in my hood (solid)
they hold their baby daddies down, them n-gg-s from my hood (seminary)
i’d rather f-ck with a real b-tch than a bad b-tch (swear to god)
and accept everything that come with your past, b-tch (it’s philthy)
i bounce out in the hood and beat a b-tch -ss (ayy, do that)
and still’ll run up in the bank and get some quick cash (run it up)
she make sure i drink water while i sip codeine (syrup)
so i put the rollie on her, lil’ mama a queen (it’s philthy)

[chorus: cookie money]
you better have your money right for me to pay attention (pay attention)
i’m bossed up, ain’t got no love for these broke b-tches (bossed up)
they every weekend in the club, call ’em b-m b-tches (b-m b-tches)
tryna ride a n-gg- wave, call ’em surf b-tches (surf b-tches)
twenty dollars on a bottle, fashion nova b-tches (hah)
if you ain’t runnin’ up them bands, i ain’t f-ckin’ with you (i ain’t f-ckin’ with you)
you gotta put it in my hands like them real b-tches (real b-tches)
you investing when you f-ckin’ with a real n-gg- (cookie money)

[verse 2: cookie money]
i ain’t been f-ckin’ with these b-tches, i ain’t got time for ’em (uh-uh)
n-gg-s lookin’ for love and i’m just buyin’ foreigns (sucker)
been rich before rap and these n-gg-s know it (cookie money)
i been gettin’ it out his b-tch and he ain’t even know (haha)
i’m a rich n-gg-, broke hoes can’t afford me (broke b-tch)
big bag before rap and these hoes know it (big bags)
i remember bein’ broke and these hoes ignored me
now it’s b-tches in the crib tryna throw a party (yeah)
i’m f-ckin’ on her best friend, tryna have an orgy
they be down for whatever, just don’t tell n-body
real eaters, i got love for the real thotties (real thotties)
but i hate a broke b-tch with a fake body (broke b-tch)

- philthy rich lyrics

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