Listen to Around (feat. Gucci Mane & Yhung T.O.) by Philthy Rich

Around (feat. Gucci Mane & Yhung T.O.)

Philthy Rich

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Philthy Rich "Around" Feat. Gucci Mane & Yhung T.O. (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer

Lyrics

I'm a star, look at my wrist Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown All this money keep these bad bitches around I just wanted to be rich I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around I said with Guwop in a new drop Shirt off like 2Pac From seminary, nigga you not In the kitchen breakin' in the new pots Own papers but I still keep that hammer on me I'm the shit in East Oakland bitch, ask about me, look EA, nigga EO, Anti like T.O Rollie on, got three more Dirty pistol my PO You a bird bitch, you a bird bitch Thirty on me, Stephen Curry bitch I was steppin' on the work bitch When you was steppin' into work bitch These red bottoms cost three thou Make a bitch walk three miles My ex bitch wanna reach out To a broke bitch, I play senile It's F.O.D, 1017 Seen ten bricks when I was seventeen Dirty sprite mixed with the lean Bust down Rollie but the diamonds clean I'm a star, look at my wrist Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown All this money keep these bad bitches around I just wanted to be rich I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around Dropped a fed case, I shed off the dead weight I just shut Coachella down then I flew into the bay Man this track sound so familiar, man it's Gucci Mane and Zay And Philthy Rich, if you ain't tryna get rich you in the way Matter fact I hit the lot and bought me five more Bentleys Three tennis chains on but I don't play tennis Two bad bitches with me nigga, mind your fuckin' business All the chickens that I sold, could've got a life sentence I'm grinning 'cause I'm winning, put myself in this position It's hard not to smile when you just made twenty million This might be a hit Philthy, damn that sprite look real filthy All these diamonds on me, ain't no way I could plead not guilty I'm a star, look at my wrist Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown All this money keep these bad bitches around I just wanted to be rich I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Philip Beasley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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