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philthy rich - loose change (remix) 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)

- philthy rich lyrics

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