[Verse 1: Larry June]
[?] pockets got bigger
Had to cop the holster, cause the 40 kept slipping
A hundred, n***as know I'm 'bout it, I ain't tripping
It go down in the city, boy, don't get this shit twisted
[?] everyday, like the [?]
Got a scope on the K, when it's time to handle biz
Count a hundred, count a 2
Count a 3, bitch it's lit
Spitting game in her ear, got her feeling like she it
Everything a n***a do, a hundred for real
I don't think with my dick, and I got money to spend
Got respect in the game, cause I did it for real
Man this shit too easy, I'm rapping what I live
I sell for the high, and my whips is fast
17 in the [?], doing the dash
I pop that shit, and I make shit happen
Fresh ass n***a, and my life is astounding

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Say my name 5 times, and I'm popping up like Candy Man
Keep a hammer on me, but I ain't never been a handy man
Told that n***a before and after, when I took his bitch
Washed my hands before and after, when I took a piss
We was masked up before Coronavirus
He a nerd from the 'berbs, [?] vilance
Philthy Rich and Larry June
[?] broke by June
How you talking numbers, and don't bring me up?
Pillow talking to the bitch, don't bring me up
Drove every foreign that was ever made
I ain't fucked the bitch if I was never paid
I remember I had 12 hoes at 1 time
N***as pouring up a 2 lieder with 1 line
Rest in peace unemployment, n***as' back broke
N***as lining up they partners, for a back [?]
It's Philthy