All Cap

Lyrics

[Intro: Rich the Factor] From the Bay to KC nigga, you already know We back nigga Ugh Yea [Verse 1: Rich the Factor] We doing shots out the 1800 (Mexican Henney nigga) Let's make a toast keep gettin' this money (Let's toast) We held them shots up in the air (Toast to the game) Blew a few band-aids just in there (Few band-aids) Bust down on the Cartier (Bust down, bust down) Keisha Cole in the party, yea (Nigga KC, nigga) All my niggas blowing money, yea (BMF nigga) These bougie bitches acting funny, yea (Bougie bitch) Til' they find out we the money men ??? 'round rubber bands, ??? to walk ??? the jewelry dance In an old school worth a hundred grand (Worth a hundred grand) ???? smoke a hundred strains (A hundred strains) And her man run a hundred errands (Running errands) At the trap house on 10th and Terrance (10th and Terrance) The neighbors just ??? ??? Diamond cuts in different karats Now the bitch, she feel embarrassed (Bougie bitch) [Chorus: Rich the Factor] Its fucked up, yea ain't it man (Ain't it man) She got cat-fished by the maintenance man (By the maintenance man?) Cappin' make you famous man (Cappin' nigga) All that cappin' make you famous man (Cappin') Its fucked up, yea ain't it man (Fucked up) She got cat-fished by the maintenance man (Cast-fished) All the cappin' make you famous man (Famous man) All the cappin' make you famous man (Famous man) [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] I don't cap in these niggas raps I ain't never seen niggas in the trap Got a bad bitch up in Minne-app Made a million in hustlin' and a million in rap Big dog in your city nigga when I touchdown I don't check in Soon as I step off the plane, got a blunt rolled and an F-N Bad bitch go and run it in I don't wanna five, bitch I wanna ten Run it up and then come again While I'm out of state, on the run again East Oak nigga, bet you know I fuck with the niggas out in KC Best thing to ever happen to a bitch, who the fuck gonna replace me [?] a dime Lotta niggas couldn't do the time 80 thousand just to kill the time Niggas hate, tell 'em get in line Rich nigga just like Fact Factor nigga, just like Rich Outside on this nightshift, trying to move this white shit Real niggas up in Wichita I don't give a fuck what ya saw Nah we don't talk to the law Nah we don't ever get involved 100 thousand, all blue, took me like a whole month to stack it up Blew it all like in five minutes, bitch we hit the mall just to fuck it up Its Philthy [Chorus: Rich the Factor] Its fucked up, yea ain't it man (Ain't it man) She got cat-fished by the maintenance man (By the maintenance man?) Cappin' make you famous man (Cappin' nigga) All that cappin' make you famous man (Cappin') Its fucked up, yea ain't it man (Fucked up) She got cat-fished by the maintenance man (Cast-fished) All the cappin' make you famous man (Famous man) All the cappin' make you famous man (Famous man)