So Much Ft. Philthy Rich, Stevie Joe & Ampichino (Produced By: Pakslap)
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Got so much cake, damn I sold so much weight
I'm in bed with two girls, that'll go both ways
Cold days in the summer time, it got me heated
Got me lookin' up at Jesus like, God, I don't need this
Why these suckers try to be us? It's the mob
I'll leave that pussy bleedin' on the ground, barely breathin'
It's drought season, time to pay way more
I love it 'cause I make way more
Grade A pure for my nose, got my face on froze
It's 12 o'clock, it got three cakes sold, and this game's old
But this money is great, he got killed right in front of his place
Right in front of his kids, what a way to go
But the shooter got caught 'cause his neighbors told
Two lives gone over money, that's sad
Damn I hate it when it gets this bad, damn
I pop up with the top down
Hop out with the chop, spit 50 rounds
Yeah, life of a rockstar
My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
Block stock broker, checkin' on the stock section
My money longer than your intestines
We move blow at a fast pace
Come up short on the dope and get the gas face
I got so much dope, damn I sold so much dope
In the kitchen cookin' so much coke, like that's all I know
Light the kush up, pour that fo', life's a bitch but I'm on that ho
I get on that road, outfit four days old
Wrap 'em up, and in four days sold, this the life I chose
I know it's wrong but that's how shit
Goes, so I'm thuggin' until I get old
Close knit clique, every nigga with me play his role
Niggas know they position, all focused on one mission
Any nigga go against this then that iron clickin'
This here is a army, frontline, it's a signed list
Mama always said life was hard, and I need to get right with God
But I feel I'm out here hustlin' for a righteous cause
It's fucked up in this life of ours
I pop up with the top down
Hop out with the chop, spit 50 rounds
Yeah, life of a rockstar
My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
Block stock broker, checkin' on the stock section
My money longer than your intestines
We move blow at a fast pace
Come up short on the dope and get the gas face
Got so much cash, damn I'm movin' so much hash
Four pounds in a duffle bag, now you do the math
Plus I got so much scratch
Fuck the white girl, I'm movin' the black, now who fuckin' with that?
D boy all my life, I just started rappin'
Fake niggas, they'll fold like a fuckin' napkin
One stove, four pots in the microwave
Young Philthy Rich, bitch I'm tryna get paid
Ask them niggas out of town, they say I got it boomin'
Bad bitches sendin' money through the Western Union
And I tell 'em run it in, bitch I need mine
'Cause the kid all about a fuckin' dollar sign
My nigga Lil Blunt, he sendin' white hoes
While you other niggas just try to wife hoes
Broke all your life, ain't gon' never have nothin'
But get up on this bitch and do a whole
Lot of frontin', it's Philthy nigga
I pop up with the top down
Hop out with the chop, spit 50 rounds
Yeah, life of a rockstar
My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
Block stock broker, checkin' on the stock section
My money longer than your intestines
We move blow at a fast pace
Come up short on the dope and get the gas face