90 Day Run lyrics

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
40 dollar jerny, 50 at Brownstone
n*gga, all these diamonds flawless, not a brown stone
New Jordan 5, [?] T
Five foreigns outside, you can tell it's me
He ain't F.O.D., if he ain't having motion
20 dollar show, but down for the hosting
Yeah, exotic [?] top selling
Got a bad b*tch with me, she my top seller
Turky leg cut, [?] titty, legs and butt
Another opp got dropped, is he dead or what?
Thick b*tch work at [?]
b*tch, I'm only in town for the weekend
We at camp on a Friday
b*tch, these diamonds emerld cut, these ain't [?]
Air 29, but I'm from [?] 59
b*tch, I'm with Fastlane, like I'm from the northside

[Verse 2: OTB Fastlane]
H-Town to East Oakland, thugging in my [?]
How you paid a hundred for that chain? Know that sh*t bogus
I got matchboxеs and them bags, all my sh*t rolling
[?] his head, like I'm Hulk Hogan
[?] murdеr charge, [?] try to make parole
[?] season, 50 different [?] I'ma take control
[?] everything you name, but they couldn't make him fold
n*ggas always say what they gon' do, I know them n*ggas hoes
Drop a duse up in a pineapple fanta, shake it up
Catch you lacking, boy, this ain't no dream, ain't no waking up
Shooters with me, still got my pole, it's never safe enough
[?] all focused, stack my paper up
[Verse 3: Dolla Dame]
Couple million when we in the room
I got all this out the mud, ain't have no silver spoon
Just a pot and beeker, I used to feed the tweekers
Go make 300 off these lows, I got rich off reefer
I got rich [?] show you how [?]
She gon' strip and play the net, she might swipe a Visa
[?] whipe your nose, you know life is greezy
f*ck my b*tch, I f*ck your b*tch, [?]
60,000 on my wrist alone
[?] got different stones
Know we play different roles, we rock different clothes
Know if she ain't have no money, she can't call my phone

[Verse 4: Peso Peso]
I'm jewled up, ain't no taking nothing
I got tools [?]
[?] my shooter out in Third Ward, eating at [?]
[?] look in his pocket, ain't got [?]
[?] my wrist, look at my car, b*tch, choose up
[?] truck 120, Lamborghini 250
Caught a stepper out and popped that n*gga, took his shoes with me
All this syrup I be sipping, how the f*ck I still got 2 pints?
[?] that I've been getting, man, I'm finna flood [?]
My shooter just do it, I'ma hit you with a check
I'm [?] finna serve a n*gga death
I spent a dollar on my right wrist, eighty for my left
I got your b*tch in a Toiota, on the interstate with meth
n*gga