Released on June 2, 2017

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[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]

I say slide through the D, with all this ice on my neck

I ain't met a rapper yet who slid through and did that

Bitch I hit the hussin', then I hit Somerset

Then I hit [?], and yeah, I fucked up a check

Them hoes know my name, the DJ spinning my record

A lotta drug sales and prison case on my record

300 thou' on me, bitch, and not a dollar less

Tell them let me pull up on them with a diamond tester

Now Ion' know [?] but I know that he finessing

Your neck turning green, bitch, I hope you learned your lesson

I bought my son a pair of Buffs, he only 11

When I first met my pops, I was only 11

Thеm suckas knocked me down, I told my bitch to fuck my nigga

Just take carе of my kids, bitch, and please, don't forget me

Send my pain away, this syrup fucking with my kidney

Praying to my lord about my sins, hope he forgive me

It's Philthy


[Chorus: Babyface Ray]

Point me to the real, look everybody hating

Hundred niggas selling drugs, who gon' really make it?

I'm out here looking for a plug, I know he ain't waiting

You can tell we 'bout this money, you know we ain't playing

You can tell we 'bout this money, you know we ain't playing

I'm tryna die rich, I'm tryna be the man

What's team without a plan? I ain't the only man

Tell me what I gotta do to get a couple M's?


[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]

Smooth opperator, drug opperations

Got me feeling like a martion, all these drugs that I've been taking

I'm a motherfucking monster, I'm a thug, don't mistake me

For no motherfucking rapper, all these gangstas, they be playing

Mama said I'm always flexin

Ain't got no time to be worried 'bout the next man

I'm 'bout to marey that money, need a best man

And I'ma tell it how it is, fuck a yes man

They wearing fake Rolexes, man, these niggas petty

Being broke, that shit depressing

I done learned my lesson

Counting money, counting blessings

Let's be rich forever

Told my niggas stick together, stay down, it get better

I'll never let up, I got money to get

Might go give bae a Roley, just to stunt with my bitch

Say that money get her wet, I let her thumb through the chips

These niggas hating, really fans, tell them get off my dick


[Chorus: Babyface Ray]

Point me to the real, look everybody hating

Hundred niggas selling drugs, who gon' really make it?

I'm out here looking for a plug, I know he ain't waiting

You can tell we 'bout this money, you know we ain't playing

You can tell we 'bout this money, you know we ain't playing

I'm tryna die rich, I'm tryna be the man

What's team without a plan? I ain't the only man

Tell me what I gotta do to get a couple M's?