90 Day Run

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich] 40 dollar jerny, 50 at Brownstone Nigga, all these diamonds flawless, not a brown stone New Jordan 5, [?] T Five foreigns outside, you can tell it's me He ain't F.O.D., if he ain't having motion 20 dollar show, but down for the hosting Yeah, exotic [?] top selling Got a bad bitch with me, she my top seller Turky leg cut, [?] titty, legs and butt Another opp got dropped, is he dead or what? Thick bitch work at [?] Bitch, I'm only in town for the weekend We at camp on a Friday Bitch, these diamonds emerld cut, these ain't [?] Air 29, but I'm from [?] 59 Bitch, I'm with Fastlane, like I'm from the northside [Verse 2: OTB Fastlane] H-Town to East Oakland, thugging in my [?] How you paid a hundred for that chain? Know that shit bogus I got matchboxеs and them bags, all my shit rolling [?] his head, like I'm Hulk Hogan [?] murdеr charge, [?] try to make parole [?] season, 50 different [?] I'ma take control [?] everything you name, but they couldn't make him fold Niggas always say what they gon' do, I know them niggas hoes Drop a duse up in a pineapple fanta, shake it up Catch you lacking, boy, this ain't no dream, ain't no waking up Shooters with me, still got my pole, it's never safe enough [?] all focused, stack my paper up [Verse 3: Dolla Dame] Couple million when we in the room I got all this out the mud, ain't have no silver spoon Just a pot and beeker, I used to feed the tweekers Go make 300 off these lows, I got rich off reefer I got rich [?] show you how [?] She gon' strip and play the net, she might swipe a Visa [?] whipe your nose, you know life is greezy Fuck my bitch, I fuck your bitch, [?] 60,000 on my wrist alone [?] got different stones Know we play different roles, we rock different clothes Know if she ain't have no money, she can't call my phone [Verse 4: Peso Peso] I'm jewled up, ain't no taking nothing I got tools [?] [?] my shooter out in Third Ward, eating at [?] [?] look in his pocket, ain't got [?] [?] my wrist, look at my car, bitch, choose up [?] truck 120, Lamborghini 250 Caught a stepper out and popped that nigga, took his shoes with me All this syrup I be sipping, how the fuck I still got 2 pints? [?] that I've been getting, man, I'm finna flood [?] My shooter just do it, I'ma hit you with a check I'm [?] finna serve a nigga death I spent a dollar on my right wrist, eighty for my left I got your bitch in a Toiota, on the interstate with meth Nigga