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[Chorus ?] More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes Bussin down for the [?] Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes Bussin down for the [?] Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more [Verse 1 ?] Heart of the trentches, that's why my niggas trippin And riding through your section, late night with thе 50 Try to catch them slippin, he worth a lil bag HD [?], but this glizzy got a clap Instagram boomin, all thesе bitches on my sack Philthy keep the hoes, you told me all these bitches faggits [?] came [?] the plug, knowing we some addicts Prices kinda high, but fuck it, I can't pass it Slime through my hodod, you can catch me all out in traffic Double back on him, and show him who really active Chopper got a drum, fasho it [?] It's how these streets go, I'm just waiting on my kaskit [Chorus ?] More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes Bussin down for the [?] Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes Bussin down for the [?] Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more [Verse 2 ?] Left the cream soda contaminated, I'm still sippin Glock 23 was motified, bitch, I'm still trippin I'm tryna score, so if I catch you, it's a touchdown Still stuffing 50's in my [?] Bust Down Bitch, we up now [?] F.O.D Drop it in a pot, and watch it lock, you know the recipe I'm [?] out extra headshots for niggas testing me I'm running up a bag, and I got all my niggas next to me More money, more gualla, how the game feel Gotta keep them suckas out your circle, 'cause the game real More money, more gualla, how the game feel Bitch, you know I'm rocking with the motherfucking gang still [Chorus ?] More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes Bussin down for the [?] Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes Bussin down for the [?] Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more [Verse 3: Philthy Rich] A prodict of my environment, real niggas I'm inspiring I'ma keep squeezing til it jam or break the fire pin Gotta like Babyface, still got a baby face Oakland niggas beefing, [?] case No money, [?] that's a paper trase Five hundred grand in my acount, [?] Take care of my little brother's son, because he caught a case Let the next man raise him, so I stepped up to the plate Still in the kitchen, like [?] Got expelled for a hammer, while you was sitting in dentention Just bought the foreign, already fucked up the suspention Five O behind me, had a head on collision It's Philthy [Chorus ?] More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes Bussin down for the [?] Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more More money, more cars, more jewelry, more clothes Bussin down for the [?] Trappin rappin in these streets, breaking Roleys out of hoes Defenition of making it out [?] broke no more