Philthy Rich

Philthy Rich - SemCity MoneyMan lyrics

rate me

Philthy, nigga

Sem City money man

Top of the block

Look

Rest in peace…

We used to terrorize the party

I ain’t never went dumb but these guns go retarded

Been in the hood all my life so I made it my wife

I was married to the streets before I rode my first bike

…I could never be a pussy and let no nigga play me

…I don’t take this shit lightly, my niggas fighting indictments

See, don’t get it confused ‘cause I could fuck up your bet…

See, when the sick gets real these niggas run to the Quran

Seminary, cemetery, Sem City money man

I just woke up this morning counting 900 grand

As for BTFL I was really in the field

Used to be after them suckas, now I’m after a mil’

Seminary, cemetery, Sem City money man

I just woke up this morning counting 900 grand

As for BTFL I was really in the field

Used to be after them suckas, now I’m after a mil’

Free BO, motherfucker see all

Three different probations, three different POs

The more money I make, the less I’m around

Now they saying I’m fake and I ain’t from the town

You on the wrong side of street, you on the wrong side of beat

Just count 100 this morning while you broke niggas just sleep

You want that old filthy nigga, go buy my old CD, nigga

I was getting more money than them niggas back then, nigga

…see, I’mma keep it 100 until they take me out

Fake niggas around ‘cause real niggas is down

Oh, yeah, shout out to Stone, a real nigga came home

Blunt found, too, so pass the blunt round, fool

These fake gangsters on IG, your body won’t ID

Closed casket your funeral,…

Seminary, cemetery, Sem City money man

I just woke up this morning counting 900 grand

As for BTFL I was really in the field

Used to be after them suckas, now I’m after a mil’

Seminary, cemetery, Sem City money man

I just woke up this morning counting 900 grand

As for BTFL I was really in the field

Used to be after them suckas, now I’m after a mil’

…the feds ran in my house

After I did gang wars and tried to tour on my chords

I had a house in Vegas way before I got shot

Never ran out my hood, I’m still good on my block

Yeah, free Lil Moe, he caught a body on force

And I been riding these foreigns and everything on forge

I fuck with…

They ain’t gotta ask twice, one call and it’s done…

See, it’s 100 on it, nigga, and I hope you can handle

Way you still in the streets, nigga, your life is a gamble

See, I’m playing for keeps and nigga, I’m playing to win

I’m a hood mascot, you other niggas pretend

Fuck counting my life, nigga, I’m counting these hundreds

When the funk starts, nigga, then the money stops coming

Seminary, cemetery, Sem City money man

I just woke up this morning counting 900 grand

As for BTFL I was really in the field

Used to be after these suckers, now I’m after the mil’

Seminary, cemetery, Sem City money man

I just woke up this morning counting 900 grand

As for BTFL I was really in the field

Used to be after these suckers, now I’m after the mil’

Thanks to Dad for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to LB for correcting these lyrics

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