Philthy Rich - Wrist Work lyrics

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Philthy Rich - Wrist Work lyrics

[Intro] I say, early in the mornin', in my pijams! Standin' over that stove, I'm cookin' yams Bussin' down the whole thing, I'm flippin' grams Doin' what i gotta do, to feed the fam [Verse 1: Weebo] Ya they call me Weebo Bet my whole hood know about me I grew up 'round drug dilla's And blood n***a's that caught bodies Countin' money that's all we know Blow it all in a day or two We a ride together, we a die together We stick together like crazy glue I'm a boss n***a makin' major moves You's a b**h n***a, makin' hater moves Smile in my face, talk behind my back Even the mannequin ain't fake as you You scandalous, plus average I'm plushed out on some lavish sh** Get so much f**in' money! These broke n***a's couldn't handle it I was 20 years old And had a condo on the strip Had a Rolex on my wrist And bought a Rolex for my b**h (true story) Glock 19, 30 round extended clip Forgiatos on the rims Riddin' round with Philthy Rich! (true story) f** do you mean?!, I'm gettin' this cream To count it up I need a money machine Money machine, D-Diamonds all on my neck Yo b**h sent me a text n***a All she want is s** f** her and pa** her to the next n***a Next n***a I got real k**as 'round me that'll gun ya down What you n***as know about 100 rounds?! That choppa rock hold 100 rounds When it get to dumpin' It gon' sound like the thunder sound! Better get to runnin' and to duckin' now Err'ybody screamin' cops commin' now! Oh no! oh no! no no not Weeb Naw I don't f** around with the f** around No! Philthy! [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] I used to be broke like in 06 But ain't been broke like ever since It's black card paints through the f**in' house My ex b**h was trash so I threw her out I don't need no f*ggots in my stable I remember days I ain't used to have cable This Rolley a 2015 And fo yo Rolley n***a you only spent 15 That's what I spent on my b**h watch (like 3 times) I told her Rolleys float b**h, they don't tick tock I told her switch her spot if it get hot And never answer the do' if they hit the spot n***a's instagramin' cars that ain't theirs But that ain't my place to tell you that ain't his My b**h crashed the jag and she say she sorry When this check come next week i'm gon get the rari It's Philthy

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