Philthy Rich Money Right Lyrics
Money Right by Philthy Rich
[Chorus: Cookie Money & Philthy Rich]
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke bitches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum bitches (Bum bitches)
Tryna ride a nigga wave, call 'em surf bitches (Surf bitches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova bitches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't fuckin' with you (I ain't fuckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real bitches (Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga)
You investing when you fuckin' with a real nigga (Uh-huh, look)
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Saddity bitch think that she the shit (Bitch)
Already got my money up, don't need you for shit (Uh-uh)
My nigga fuckin' my opp baby mama (Is that right?)
You playin' with the wrong nigga, I'm playin' with these commas (It's Philthy)
FOD chains for the bitches in my hood (Solid)
They hold their baby daddies down, them niggas from my hood (Seminary)
I'd rather fuck with a real bitch than a bad bitch (Swear to God)
And accept everything that come with your past, bitch (It's Philthy)
I bounce out in the hood and beat a bitch ass (Ayy, do that)
And still'll run up in the bank and get some quick cash (Run it up)
She make sure I drink water while I sip codeine (Syrup)
So I put the Rollie on her, lil' mama a queen (It's Philthy)
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke bitches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum bitches (Bum bitches)
Tryna ride a nigga wave, call 'em surf bitches (Surf bitches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova bitches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't fuckin' with you (I ain't fuckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real bitches (Real bitches)
You investing when you fuckin' with a real nigga (Cookie Money)
[Verse 2: Cookie Money]
I ain't been fuckin' with these bitches, I ain't got time for 'em (Uh-uh)
Niggas lookin' for love and I'm just buyin' foreigns (Sucker)
Been rich before rap and these niggas know it (Cookie Money)
I been gettin' it out his bitch and he ain't even know (Haha)
I'm a rich nigga, broke hoes can't afford me (Broke bitch)
Big bag before rap and these hoes know it (Big bags)
I remember bein' broke and these hoes ignored me
Now it's bitches in the crib tryna throw a party (Yeah)
I'm fuckin' 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 (Real thotties)
But I hate a broke bitch with a fake body (Broke bitch)
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke bitches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum bitches (Bum bitches)
Tryna ride a nigga wave, call 'em surf bitches (Surf bitches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova bitches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't fuckin' with you (I ain't fuckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real bitches (Real bitches)
You investing when you fuckin' with a real nigga (Cookie Money)
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke bitches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum bitches (Bum bitches)
Tryna ride a nigga wave, call 'em surf bitches (Surf bitches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova bitches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't fuckin' with you (I ain't fuckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real bitches (Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga)
You investing when you fuckin' with a real nigga (Uh-huh, look)
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Saddity bitch think that she the shit (Bitch)
Already got my money up, don't need you for shit (Uh-uh)
My nigga fuckin' my opp baby mama (Is that right?)
You playin' with the wrong nigga, I'm playin' with these commas (It's Philthy)
FOD chains for the bitches in my hood (Solid)
They hold their baby daddies down, them niggas from my hood (Seminary)
I'd rather fuck with a real bitch than a bad bitch (Swear to God)
And accept everything that come with your past, bitch (It's Philthy)
I bounce out in the hood and beat a bitch ass (Ayy, do that)
And still'll run up in the bank and get some quick cash (Run it up)
She make sure I drink water while I sip codeine (Syrup)
So I put the Rollie on her, lil' mama a queen (It's Philthy)
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke bitches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum bitches (Bum bitches)
Tryna ride a nigga wave, call 'em surf bitches (Surf bitches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova bitches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't fuckin' with you (I ain't fuckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real bitches (Real bitches)
You investing when you fuckin' with a real nigga (Cookie Money)
[Verse 2: Cookie Money]
I ain't been fuckin' with these bitches, I ain't got time for 'em (Uh-uh)
Niggas lookin' for love and I'm just buyin' foreigns (Sucker)
Been rich before rap and these niggas know it (Cookie Money)
I been gettin' it out his bitch and he ain't even know (Haha)
I'm a rich nigga, broke hoes can't afford me (Broke bitch)
Big bag before rap and these hoes know it (Big bags)
I remember bein' broke and these hoes ignored me
Now it's bitches in the crib tryna throw a party (Yeah)
I'm fuckin' 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 (Real thotties)
But I hate a broke bitch with a fake body (Broke bitch)
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke bitches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum bitches (Bum bitches)
Tryna ride a nigga wave, call 'em surf bitches (Surf bitches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova bitches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't fuckin' with you (I ain't fuckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real bitches (Real bitches)
You investing when you fuckin' with a real nigga (Cookie Money)