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[Chorus: SYPH] Hop out of that foreign, 'bout to stick it, yeah yeah They ain't gotta hear that I'm the nigga, yeah yeah Baguettes on the Rollie'll be drippin', yeah yeah And even when I'm sleepin', man I'm countin', yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) And even when I'm sleepin', man I'm countin', yeah yeah [Verse 1: Philthy Rich] It's two hundred and fifty in my Chase account See that's a quarter milly if I take it out I told a bitch, ain't got no time to take her out No we don't do no dates and we ain't making out I spent a hundred thousand just on Din and Dame And then I spent another hundred on Mone and Main Rest in peace to all my niggas bitch, and free the gang This foreign in my garage, I can't pronounce the name I fell asleep bitch, with the Rollie on Hit the Rollie store with the Rollie on My nigga Rich Real said get the Patek Philippe He the only nigga I know had it before me, it's Philthy [Chorus: SYPH] Hop out of that foreign, 'bout to stick it, yeah yeah They ain't gotta hear that I'm the nigga, yeah yeah Baguettes on the Rollie'll be drippin', yeah yeah And even when I'm sleepin', man I'm countin', yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) And even when I'm sleepin', man I'm countin', yeah yeah [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] Look, rest in peace Bankroll Fresh All I ever wanted was a bankroll and to be fresh Sixty thousand in my Balmains Bustdown Rollie, nigga can't afford it plain My bitch rockin' the same thing All these pieces 'round my neck all custom made Poured an eight of Act up in my lemonade These niggas so emotional, that's a female trait I fell asleep bitch, with the AP on Hit the AP store bitch, with the AP on I drink Rosé, no Avion Got these broke niggas sick 'cause my paper long, it's Philthy [Chorus: SYPH] Hop out of that foreign, 'bout to stick it, yeah yeah They ain't gotta hear that I'm the nigga, yeah yeah Baguettes on the Rollie'll be drippin', yeah yeah And even when I'm sleepin', man I'm countin', yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) And even when I'm sleepin', man I'm countin', yeah yeah
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