Lyrics
Why y'all mad 'cause y'all don't got no motion?
Why y'all mad?
Y'all don't got no motion
Hey, it's Philthy
Uh, why do people call, why, why do people call you KD?
Real rich and respected
Free that n- Beezy
Free BOT, free Tay Tay, free J Bay, free Maine
Shout out my n- Smitty
Never understand what a n- go through on the daily
'Rari truck nine hundred, four hundred over sticker
I'm from the top, but a n- hang in the middle
Long live Nut, long live Earn
You gotta stay down, everybody get they turn
I don't want nothing, they don't want me
Pay the fee, you seen her in my front seat
Never bite the hand that feeds you
Same b- that you help will say they never need you
If I did it, then I did it out of love, b-
The closest n- to me ain't my blood, n-
Off child support and probation
Five hundred thousand three years later
Philthy
Real rich and respected
Presidential on my wrist but I was not elected
Never paid for p- or protection
Free all my n- locked in correction
Real rich and respected
Presidential on my wrist but I was not elected
Never paid for p- or protection
Free all my n- locked in correction
Look
Bad b- say she love me
Asked her would she feel the same if I ain't have no money?
Thirty deep at the Summer Jam
That was big stepping before Stunna Man
Matter of fact, tell Stunna girl to tap in
Pay a real n- run them racks in
Maybach, Bentayga, and the Cullinan
Bad b- from Vegas live in Summerland
Back to back Lambos, H-Town with Smitty
You can get a sample, you spending more than fifty
That n- Visa on his way home
Play The Mirrors on your way home
Philthy
Real rich and respected
Presidential on my wrist but I was not elected
Never paid for p- or protection
Free all my n- locked in correction
Real rich and respected
Presidential on my wrist but I was not elected
Never paid for p- or protection
Free all my n- locked in correction
Written by: Philip Beasley

