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i’m having pt.2 - philthy rich, icewear vezzo & lil jairmy lyrics

[intro: philthy rich]
(motion detected at the front door)
(funk or die)
yeah
i told y’all n*ggas y’all n*ggas was ten years late
five years ago, i was five million up
n*ggas can’t f*ck with my baby picture
(blame it on monstah)
uh*huh, look

[verse 1: philthy rich]
look, i just turned forty*one, this a 41
i ain’t made forty*two, but this a 42
favor for a favor, blood owe me one
if i ain’t on rosé, we off ’42
this a rolls truck, not a cybertruck
four hundred thou’ what i spent on it
that n*gga’d still bе alive if they ain’t hype him up
p*ss on a suckеr’s grave and spit on it
still sh*ttin’ on your favorite rapper
pretty face, slim waist, b*tch thick as f*ck
go’n add me up, we see who really havin’
this a bentley bentayga and a maybach truck, it’s philthy
[chorus: philthy rich]
diamond chains and cuban links, b*tch, i’m havin’
emerald cuts and baguettes, b*tch, i’m havin’
all these rollies bustdown, b*tch, i’m havin’
five super bowl rings, b*tch, i’m havin’
sixty pointers in each bracelet, b*tch, i’m havin’
solitaires in my veneers, b*tch, i’m havin’
tri*colored cartiers, b*tch, i’m havin’
two carats in each ear, b*tch, i’m havin’

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
i was havin’ sh*t when n*ggas didn’t have a cent
f*ck the rapper sh*t and cappin’ sh*t, n*gga, i’m actually rich
huh, we ain’t really jackin’ tris, n*gga, this actavis
made my first million, then a ten, now i’m back to six
yeah, i’m talkin’ m*skis, the rest went to investments
bought my side b*tch a diamond necklace, i’m a blessin’
purple louis on, i did a walkthrough with the steppers
off perkies, i get reckless, turn a model to a peasant
philthy had a mansion full of foreigns, 2012
i asked him what he sell, brodie told me he can’t tell
mix the brick of fetty with a dog and then it swell
680 benz, maybach, it’s a v12, n*gga

[chorus: philthy rich]
diamond chains and cuban links, b*tch, i’m havin’
emerald cuts and baguettes, b*tch, i’m havin’
all these rollies bustdown, b*tch, i’m havin’
five super bowl rings, b*tch, i’m havin’
sixty pointers in each bracelet, b*tch, i’m havin’
solitaires in my veneers, b*tch, i’m havin’
tri*colored cartiers, b*tch, i’m havin’
two carats in each ear, b*tch, i’m havin’
[verse 3: lil jairmy]
million*dollar n*gga, whole ‘nother bracket (yeah)
real gas, you can smell it through the package (gas god)
just landed back with the bags, n*gga taxin’ (n*gga taxin’)
jewelry box so heavy, whole million in my bag, b*tch (it’s in my bag)
only f*ckin’ fine sh*t, i don’t want her if she average (no)
fly by harry hines, i’m in dallas like a maverick
f*ck the b*tch one time, she want a ring, she wan’ get married (huh?)
my main b*tch ain’t worked in seven years, i’m really havin’ (on god)
she suck me in the car, i’m grippin’ the wheel, i d*mn near crashed it (what?)
i done been in every club and all these b*tches nasty (they nasty)
pullin’ up in maybachs, ridin’ lams, i’m really havin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
i just might take my h*llcat and give that b*tch to my daddy, big jairmy (he can have it)

- philthy rich icewear vezzo lil jairmy lyrics

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