(Funk or Die)

(Why y'all mad? 'Cause y'all ain't got no motion, why y'all mad? Y'all ain't got no motion)

Ayy, it's Philthy, ****

Let me talk to 'em

Uh-huh, look

You know what it feel like to pay all your mama bills?

You know what it feel like to run through a couple mil'?

Well, ****, I done did that a couple times

I was really on the block sellin' nicks and dimes

So that mean I came from nothin', ****

I done made a millionaire out of a couple ****

They tell me, "Who you put up in position?"

I talked this shit into existence, that's my intuition

Ayy, quality over quantity

Skyami, Bal Harbour, on a shopping spree

Carl, Gary, Ben, Johnny, Wafi

Cuban bitch don't know my name, she just call me papi

Emeralds and baguettes, a lot of princess cuts

Your shit don't hit like mine 'cause you ain't payin' nothin'

Don't call that bitch your feature if she ain't been down five or better

Rolls-Royce Cullinan, I ain't never used the umbrella

Five hundred thousand on a light day

I ain't never gave a fuck 'bout what they might say

I ain't wanna go plain, I wanted to bust mine

Two-fifty on the Lam' truck, I used to stand in the bus line

I used to ride the 40L

I used to ride the 82

Them **** prayin' that I fail

If I was you, I'd hate me too

You know how many **** I influence?

But they'll never tell the truth

Ayy, tell 'em sucker **** I ain't goin'

Just keep it off the 'net, go with your move

Yeah, I had to cut some **** off

Shit, they really cut theyself off

Shit, I had to cut some bitches off

Bitch, I'm cut from a different cloth

Yeah, it's Philthy, ho

Quality over quantity

Karats and pointers

It's always a better bitch with less problems

I don't want nothin' that don't want me

You feel me?

Ayy, it's Philthy, ho

Uh-huh, look

(Blame it on Monstah)