[Intro: Rich the Factor]
From the Bay to KC n***a, you already know
We back n***a
Ugh
Yea

[Verse 1: Rich the Factor]
We doing shots out the 1800 (Mexican Henney n***a)
Let's make a toast keep gettin' this money (Let's toast)
We held them shots up in the air (Toast to the game)
Blew a few band-aids just in there (Few band-aids)
Bust down on the Cartier (Bust down, bust down)
Keisha Cole in the party, yea (N***a KC, n***a)
All my n***as blowing money, yea (BMF n***a)
These bougie bitches acting funny, yea (Bougie bitch)
Til' they find out we the money men
??? 'round rubber bands, ??? to walk ??? the jewelry dance
In an old school worth a hundred grand (Worth a hundred grand)
???? smoke a hundred strains (A hundred strains)
And her man run a hundred errands (Running errands)
At the trap house on 10th and Terrance (10th and Terrance)
The neighbors just ??? ???
Diamond cuts in different karats
Now the bitch, she feel embarrassed (Bougie bitch)

[Chorus: Rich the Factor]
Its fucked up, yea ain't it man (Ain't it man)
She got cat-fished by the maintenance man (By the maintenance man?)
Cappin' make you famous man (Cappin' n***a)
All that cappin' make you famous man (Cappin')
Its fucked up, yea ain't it man (Fucked up)
She got cat-fished by the maintenance man (Cast-fished)
All the cappin' make you famous man (Famous man)
All the cappin' make you famous man (Famous man)
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
I don't cap in these n***as raps
I ain't never seen n***as in the trap
Got a bad bitch up in Minne-app
Made a million in hustlin' and a million in rap
Big dog in your city n***a when I touchdown I don't check in
Soon as I step off the plane, got a blunt rolled and an F-N
Bad bitch go and run it in
I don't wanna five, bitch I wanna ten
Run it up and then come again
While I'm out of state, on the run again
East Oak n***a, bet you know I fuck with the n***as out in KC
Best thing to ever happen to a bitch, who the fuck gonna replace me
[?] a dime
Lotta n***as couldn't do the time
80 thousand just to kill the time
N***as hate, tell 'em get in line
Rich n***a just like Fact
Factor n***a, just like Rich
Outside on this nightshift, trying to move this white shit
Real n***as up in Wichita
I don't give a fuck what ya saw
Nah we don't talk to the law
Nah we don't ever get involved
100 thousand, all blue, took me like a whole month to stack it up
Blew it all like in five minutes, bitch we hit the mall just to fuck it up
Its Philthy
[Chorus: Rich the Factor]
Its fucked up, yea ain't it man (Ain't it man)
She got cat-fished by the maintenance man (By the maintenance man?)
Cappin' make you famous man (Cappin' n***a)
All that cappin' make you famous man (Cappin')
Its fucked up, yea ain't it man (Fucked up)
She got cat-fished by the maintenance man (Cast-fished)
All the cappin' make you famous man (Famous man)
All the cappin' make you famous man (Famous man)