Philthy Rich feat. Cookie Money – Money Right | Lyrics Video

Lyrics “Money Right” – Philthy Rich feat. Cookie Money

You better have your money right for me to pay attention
I’m bossed up, ain’t got no love for these broke b**ches
They every weekend in the club, call ’em bum b**ches
Tryna ride a n**ga wave, call ’em surf b**ches

Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova b**ches
If you ain’t runnin’ up them bands, I ain’t f**kin’ with you
You gotta put it in my hands like them real b**ches
You investing when you f**kin’ with a real n**ga

Saddity b**ch think that she the s**t
Already got my money up, don’t need you for s**t
My n**ga f**kin’ my opp baby mama
You playin’ with the wrong n**ga, I’m playin’ with these commas
FOD chains for the b**ches in my hood
They hold their baby daddies down, them n**gas from my hood
I’d rather f**k with a real b**ch than a bad b**ch
And accept everything that come with your past, b**ch
I bounce out in the hood and beat a b**ch ass
And still’ll run up in the bank and get some quick cash
She make sure I drink water while I sip codeine
So I put the Rollie on her, lil’ mama a queen

You better have your money right for me to pay attention
I’m bossed up, ain’t got no love for these broke b**ches
They every weekend in the club, call ’em bum b**ches
Tryna ride a n**ga wave, call ’em surf b**ches

Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova b**ches
If you ain’t runnin’ up them bands, I ain’t f**kin’ with you
You gotta put it in my hands like them real b**ches
You investing when you f**kin’ with a real n**ga

I ain’t been f**kin’ with these b**ches, I ain’t got time for ’em
N**gas lookin’ for love and I’m just buyin’ foreigns
Been rich before rap and these n**gas know it
I been gettin’ it out his b**ch and he ain’t even know
I’m a rich n**ga, broke h*es can’t afford me
Big bag before rap and these h*es know it
I remember bein’ broke and these h*es ignored me
Now it’s b**ches in the crib tryna throw a party
I’m f**kin’ on her best friend, tryna have an orgy
They be down for whatever, just don’t tell nobody
Real eaters, I got love for the real thotties
But I hate a broke b**ch with a fake body

You better have your money right for me to pay attention
I’m bossed up, ain’t got no love for these broke b**ches
They every weekend in the club, call ’em bum b**ches
Tryna ride a n**ga wave, call ’em surf b**ches

Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova b**ches
If you ain’t runnin’ up them bands, I ain’t f**kin’ with you
You gotta put it in my hands like them real b**ches
You investing when you f**kin’ with a real n**ga…

➤ Written by Philthy Rich & Cookie Money
Album: East Oakland Legend
Philthy Rich | Cookie Money | 2019

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