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philthy rich – tracy mcgrady lyrics

[intro]
kilo made this
i’m in the bay area
you know what i’m sayin’?
i got my n-gg- beans with me
uh-huh
it’s philthy, n-gg-
you know what i’m sayin?
real street n-gg-

[chorus: beno]
i got the money, don’t snake me (i got the money, don’t snake me)
make it, don’t let it make you (make it, don’t let it make you)
count it back, not be takin’ (count it back, not be takin’)
i had to stick to the basics (i had to stick to the basics)
this b-tch know i’m impatient (b-tch know i’m impatient)
can’t be havin’ me waitin’ (you can’t be havin’ me waitin’)
i’m twenty-five point chasin’ (i’m twenty-five point chasin’)
yeah, tracy mcgrady (yeah, tracy mcgrady)

[verse 1: drego]
woo
flew that bag in, yeah, from overseas
call up dj drama, we need alicia keys
how this b-tch know i f-ck with justin beiber?
my mama like, “boy, you fiend out on lean”
my ride real fast, this a need for speed
i put her in that drip and them off-white sneaks
i gotta touch that bag, gotta feed my team
syrup taste better in the cream
shake that -ss for my little n-gg-, ain’t you a freak?
she a foreign little b-tch, she a british breed
a hundred thousand on the rope, some sh-t you’ve never seen

[verse 2: philthy rich]
uh-huh, look
dog, sh-t, on me all blue hundreds (chump change)
still got old franklins and new money (money man)
tec in the soda, long live soda (rest in peace)
long live rock, i used to move the rock (phil)
took n-gg-s to empire when they ain’t have a buzz (i remember)
put n-gg-s on the stage when they ain’t know who they was (oh, is that right?)
rest in peace icewood, it’s ice in my ‘woods (swear to god)
last time i checked, broke b-tch, life’s good (phil)
i think i’m goin’ platinum for my b-day (bust down)
i think i sipped a pint the last three days (syrup)
people goin’ bust down crazy, b-tch, aw, sh-t (aw, sh-t)
the broke n-gg-s must have fell off a tall cliff

[verse 3: beno]
man, grab a pen for tracy (man, grab a pen for tracy)
yeah, tracy mcgrady (yeah, tracy mcgrady)
y’all can’t be havin’ me waitin’, i ‘rought the glock, i’m impatient
i swear this rap sh-t done saved me (boy)
boy, ayy look
i ain’t seen no n-gg- that can cook like beans (skrt, skrt, skrt)
i’ll take a b-tch to school like mares big b (big b)
but i’ma tell you right now there ain’t no testin’ me (boy, ain’t no testin’ me)
and if he tryna sell me that, i need the tester, please (i need the tester, please)
i got the money, don’t snake me, my dope came from the eighties
my b-tch smooth, she ain’t basic, i had to stick to the basics (whew)
the money know i’m impatient (boy), it can’t be havin’ me waitin’
(whew)

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