All Cap lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Rich the Factor]
We doing shots out the 1800 (Mexican Henney n*gga)
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*gga KC, n*gga)
All my n*ggas blowing money, yea (BMF n*gga)
These bougie b*tches acting funny, yea (Bougie b*tch)
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 b*tch, she feel embarrassed (Bougie b*tch)

[Chorus: Rich the Factor]
Its f*cked 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*gga)
All that cappin' make you famous man (Cappin')
Its f*cked up, yea ain't it man (f*cked 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*ggas raps
I ain't never seen n*ggas in the trap
Got a bad b*tch up in Minne-app
Made a million in hustlin' and a million in rap
Big dog in your city n*gga when I touchdown I don't check in
Soon as I step off the plane, got a blunt rolled and an F-N
Bad b*tch go and run it in
I don't wanna five, b*tch I wanna ten
Run it up and then come again
While I'm out of state, on the run again
East Oak n*gga, bet you know I f*ck with the n*ggas out in KC
Best thing to ever happen to a b*tch, who the f*ck gonna replace me
[?] a dime
Lotta n*ggas couldn't do the time
80 thousand just to kill the time
n*ggas hate, tell 'em get in line
Rich n*gga just like Fact
Factor n*gga, just like Rich
Outside on this nightshift, trying to move this white sh*t
Real n*ggas up in Wichita
I don't give a f*ck 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, b*tch we hit the mall just to f*ck it up
Its Philthy
[Chorus: Rich the Factor]
Its f*cked 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*gga)
All that cappin' make you famous man (Cappin')
Its f*cked up, yea ain't it man (f*cked 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)