Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich & Payroll Giovanni
Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich & Yella Beezy & Lil Jairmy
Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich & Landstrip Chip & Jim Jones
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
She real as it get, pretty and thick, sexy and fit
Yeah she legit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
She don't care if you're rich, you not her man, and you don't exist
Said lil mama loyal, and she spoiled, yeah she a lick
It ain't shit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
It ain't shit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]
If you ain't him, lil mama ain't even gon read your DM
You try to fuck with her, youur chances are slim
She turning down niggas with money, got M's
If she ain't at work, she go right to the gym
Pussy like water, it's wet [?] swim
She keep it 100, I buy her a Benz
[?] with her friends
It's more than just having sex with her
She a loyal bitch [?]
[?] hustle hard, I'm impressed with her
Won't let her pass me up for the next nigga
She a [?] and she a threat nigga
[?] ran up a check with her
She got money, but she ain't [?]
She don't know how to cheat on the set nigga
[?]
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
She real as it get, pretty and thick, sexy and fit
Yeah she legit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
She don't care if you're rich, you not her man, and you don't exist
Said lil mama loyal, and she spoiled, yeah she a lick
It ain't shit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
It ain't shit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
You fucking with a boss, make it count
It ain't shit to put [?] in her bank account
[?] take her out
Where I come from, niggas don't make it out
Presidential Rolex, no [?]
[?]
Might spend 50 thou at the store today
[?] but he poor today
I be double Geed down, no [?]
Got your ex nigga really mad bout his bitch
He be in my DM with all kind of shit
I just leave him unseen, I don't respond to shit
Niggas know I'm really having money in the city
I don't really see you niggas in the city
Lamb truck, Benz truck, both 250
[?] 250
Ass fake, but you know the bitch money real
These broke bitches don't know how money feels
[?] I been getting money still
We used to eat [?]
Defenition of a real bitch who hold it down
[?] hottest nigga coming out the town
Put a smile on her face when I make her proud
She was there when you wasn't, no one else around
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
She real as it get, pretty and thick, sexy and fit
Yeah she legit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
She don't care if you're rich, you not her man, and you don't exist
Said lil mama loyal, and she spoiled, yeah she a lick
It ain't shit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
It ain't shit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
[Verse 3: Lil Jairmy]
[?] falling in love
[?] scrub
I'm a gangsta, a playa, a gentalman thug
But I [?] taking pictures at the club
[?]
[?] the crib
Put dick up in her ribs
Hit it from the front, and then I hit it from the reer
I'm thinking bout spoiling this bitch cause she real
[?]
[?]
I turned it up to the max
[?] drive down the road
Then she come back with them racks
[?] I don't gotta ask
[?] play with the bands [?]
Shawty she keep it so real [?]
I put [?]
I had [?] bitch I came with [?]
I can boss your ass up how you want in the store
[?] galore
Shawty [?] bad as can be
I don't think the bitch look better than me
[?] with the C's
[?] hundred degrees
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
She real as it get, pretty and thick, sexy and fit
Yeah she legit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
She don't care if you're rich, you not her man, and you don't exist
Said lil mama loyal, and she spoiled, yeah she a lick
It ain't shit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
It ain't shit, it ain't shit to boss up your bitch
Ain’t Shit was written by Philthy Rich & Yella Beezy & Lil Jairmy.
Ain’t Shit was produced by Monstah Beatz.