[Chorus ?]
More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
Bussin down for the [?]
Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes
Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
Bussin down for the [?]
Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes
Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
[Verse 1 ?]
Heart of the trentches, that's why my niggas trippin
And riding through your section, late night with thе 50
Try to catch them slippin, he worth a lil bag
HD [?], but this glizzy got a clap
Instagram boomin, all thesе bitches on my sack
Philthy keep the hoes, you told me all these bitches faggits
[?] came [?] the plug, knowing we some addicts
Prices kinda high, but fuck it, I can’t pass it
Slime through my hodod, you can catch me all out in traffic
Double back on him, and show him who really active
Chopper got a drum, fasho it [?]
It's how these streets go, I'm just waiting on my kaskit
[Chorus ?]
More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
Bussin down for the [?]
Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes
Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
Bussin down for the [?]
Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes
Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
[Verse 2 ?]
Left the cream soda contaminated, I’m still sippin
Glock 23 was motified, bitch, I'm still trippin
I'm tryna score, so if I catch you, it's a touchdown
Still stuffing 50's in my [?] Bust Down
Bitch, we up now
[?] F.O.D
Drop it in a pot, and watch it lock, you know the recipe
I'm [?] out extra headshots for niggas testing me
I'm running up a bag, and I got all my niggas next to me
More money, more gualla, how the game feel
Gotta keep them suckas out your circle, 'cause the game real
More money, more gualla, how the game feel
Bitch, you know I’m rocking with the motherfucking gang still
[Chorus ?]
More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
Bussin down for the [?]
Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes
Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
Bussin down for the [?]
Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes
Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
A prodict of my environment, real niggas I’m inspiring
I'ma keep squeezing til it jam or break the fire pin
Gotta like Babyface, still got a baby face
Oakland niggas beefing, [?] case
No money, [?] that’s a paper trase
Five hundred grand in my acount, [?]
Take care of my little brother's son, because he caught a case
Let the next man raise him, so I stepped up to the plate
Still in the kitchen, like [?]
Got expelled for a hammer, while you was sitting in dentention
Just bought the foreign, already fucked up the suspention
Five O behind me, had a head on collision
It's Philthy
[Chorus ?]
More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
Bussin down for the [?]
Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes
Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more
More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes
Bussin down for the [?]
Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes
Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more