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philthy rich & toohda band$ - new estate lyrics

[intro: peezy]
(david wesson)
yeah, yeah
yeah i’m f+ckin’ with g
that money ain’t filthy, need a cut

[verse 1: peezy]
ten foreigns in a lot, yeah it’s up tonight
but i ain’t come to tip, i’m tryna get a b+tch to f+ck tonight
the dj holler “boys” in this b+tch, you motherf+ckin’ right
i should’ve worn a mink, i think i got on too much f+ckin’ ice
if we ever bump heads, you know it’s up for life
don’t care if you in jail, i’ll have him stab you with a f+cking knife
it be your own people hating on you just like uncle ice
i told that n+gga stop while he ahead, now he stuck at the light
save the pint of hi+tech for the drop so i can up the price
you n+ggas still around this b+tch broke, you caught up in the hypе
i pray the feds let my n+gga go, thеy caught him with a pint
i’m down to bet it all on myself, shake and roll the dice
unc’ just put a cake on the table and i cut a slice
i had a phone jumping on my block ‘fore i jumped on a mic
the plug told me meet him in l.a., so i jumped on a flight
be careful, when you really getting cheese, you know that come with mice

[chorus: skeechy meechy]
how these n+ggas say they real? but they really fake (cap)
if you ain’t in it making m’s, then you in the way (facts)
i need five+thousand acres, this my new estate
i heard that money grow on trees, i gotta get a rake (ooh)
how these n+ggas say they real? but they really fake (cap)
if you ain’t in it making m’s, then you in the way (facts)
i need five+thousand acres, this my new estate
i heard that money grow on trees, i gotta get a rake (ooh)
[verse 2: philthy rich]
look, love me in public, hate me in private
they been flying commercial, i been flying private
this one stop texting so i had to block her
she got both numbers, had no other option
i ain’t got no time to be wasting time
seek to indict, i might be facing time
the streets know them n+ggas just hating
i was just in the streets waiting
all publicity is good publicity
last n+gga got a casket just for dissing me
i need a fader, not a friend
i’ma have it on me nine times out of ten
we call a million dollars chump change
n+ggas just was broke before that trump change
ayy, tell that b+tch to work with me and not against me
a lot of n+ggas switched sides and went against me (it’s phil)

[chorus: skeechy meechy]
how these n+ggas say they real? but they really fake (cap)
if you ain’t in it making m’s, then you in the way (facts)
i need five+thousand acres, this my new estate
i heard that money grow on trees, i gotta get a rake (ooh)
how these n+ggas say they real? but they really fake (cap)
if you ain’t in it making m’s, then you in the way (facts)
i need five+thousand acres, this my new estate
i heard that money grow on trees, i gotta get a rake (ooh)
[verse 3: toohda band$]
i heard money grown on trees, i had to chop me one
first time i seen a drac’, i had to cop me one
n+gga i’m the big dawg, you ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
you can’t come inside my trap if you ain’t coppin’ nothin’
n+gga stop it, you ain’t got no bands in yo’ pocket
i’m sticking to the code, real n+ggas stay solid
these n+ggas poor as h+ll, they ain’t never made deposits
all my jewelry on, in the trenches still slidin’
catch him then we stretch him, we gon’ drop him like some wocky
my n+ggas wit’ whatever, it ain’t sh+t to catch a body
i’m in the money zone, 62nd where you find me
hme, fod, i’ma bank it ’til i’m bodied
seminary n+gga, keep the glocky right beside me
me and tray rocking double fully’s like we siamese
reaching for my chain, game over, come and try me
catch that one n+gga out in public, we’ll fry him, on gang

[chorus: skeechy meechy]
how these n+ggas say they real? but they really fake (cap)
if you ain’t in it making m’s, then you in the way (facts)
i need five+thousand acres, this my new estate
i heard that money grow on trees, i gotta get a rake (ooh)
how these n+ggas say they real? but they really fake (cap)
if you ain’t in it making m’s, then you in the way (facts)
i need five+thousand acres, this my new estate
i heard that money grow on trees, i gotta get a rake (ooh)
[verse 4: reese youngn]
the streets know, the streets know
gotta stick to that g+code, shoot through the peephole
smack that b+tch up on the side if they ridin’, then reload
put this b+tch up in the middle of your eyes, now it’s three holes, yeah
paper, n+gga, kinko’s
come through evaporate ya, say, “he in beast mode”
how the f+ck is you gon’ miss a free throw?
windex his ‘vette, now that sh+t is see+through, yeah
take this strap on a jet even if it’s illegal
b+tch, that’s just my steelo, everywhere that we go, yeah
b+tch d+gg+n’ me like the [? 3:46], yeah
got a n+gga hurt before i put like three notes, yeah
throw some sh+t out and i walked in, yo’ sh+t quoted, ooh+ooh
fought a n+gga out ’cause i can see that he frozen, ooh+ooh
yeah

- philthy rich toohda band lyrics

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