Facts

Lyrics

[Intro] (Blame it on Monstah) We gon' get straight to the point on this one (Funk or Die) No indirect, only direct Uh-huh, look [Verse] Three mil' in ice, spent a million on my niggas' shit Not to mention five hundred on my bitch kit The house one-point-five before the remodel Three bottles of rose, me and three models Lawyer want two hundred, just spent three with the jeweler Nothin' like these broke niggas, please don't confuse us Swear to God I gave Gary all blues 2010, was rockin' all Trues Spent a million at Gucci, nigga, last year They call me Big 59 at the cashier The foreigns one-point-five if you add the Rolls Two Rollies on me sit white and rose No prescription, four pair of Cartis Fake ass, fake tits, she a real Barbie That's nine million, shit I'm tryna touch fifty more Then blow it all and double back and run up fifty more It's Philthy [Outro] Ayy, nigga, only M's I play with is millions, nigga If we speakin' facts