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[Intro: Philthy Rich & Payroll Giovanni]
Got a two-piece
Designated hitters
Lil' two-piece
Two-piece, one nugget
That's how I, that's how I do it
Piece it together
(Funk or die)
It's Philthy, n*gga
Uh-huh
(Blame it on Monstah)
Look

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Honey pack in the rosé make me last longer
b*tch trap one right, so I'ma pass on her
I don't got a bottom b*tch, I got a top b*tch
She gon' strip, sell pus*y, and shoplift
A millionaire got seven hustles
She got Chanel boy bags up in every color
A hundred thousand for the wait list on the 'Rari truck
I ran through twenty mil', that broke n*gga hardly up

[Verse 2: HBK]
I got my n*ggas they first deal, the label only wanted me
But I'm too real, f*ck some skrill, these my brothers, homie (My brothers)
I walk around with heat, money, and a rubber on me
I go to sleep in a mink, n*gga, f*ck a cover on me (f*ck it)
I like to dress in all black, I don't do colors on me
Yeah, this Benz a '23, but drive it like Cutlass stolie (Skrrt)
My old b*tch know that her new n*gga ain't got nothin' on me (Nothin')
Remembered faces when I got up, whoever stunted on me
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
n*ggas like, "I ain't seen you, where the f*ck you been?"
Not hangin' 'round n*ggas that ain't even up ten (Uh)
That double-cross friends, and hate to see a n*gga win
My whole family livin' good, yeah, look what I done did (Look what I done did)
You took a loss and gave up, you ain't even try again
How you cryin' 'bout losing? You ain't even tried to win
Get a call when the supply's in, now I'm that guy again
Move work, shrink wrap, now I'm in the widest Benz, uh

[Verse 4: Philthy Rich]
Two hundred pics and Gucci in my archive
Your b*tch comment under pictures with the heart eyes
Five different jewelers, spent a million apiece
Carl, Ben, Gary, Wafi, Hutch, rest in peace
I don't need a b*tch, I'm what a b*tch need
Broke a b*tch for twenty thou' when I was sixteen
Cullinan and Bentley, both cost four hundred apiece
Plus the Maybach truck, that's another two hundred G's (Uh)

[Verse 5: HBK]
Can't be a grown man complainin' about a record deal
Been dropped some sh*t on DistroKid and I ain't even check his deal (Nah)
Line 'em hoes up, who pus*y is next to kill? (Who?)
I wake up, I'm gettin' to it while you eatin' breakfast still (Uh)
My throw-on clothes twenty-five, I ain't even dress for real (Nah)
My b*tch left, but I don't miss her, I miss Fresh for real (Rest in peace)
Which one of you fake-ass n*ggas wanna test the real?
Remember the shootout on Sussex when we had left the steel
[Verse 6: Payroll Giovanni]
Went from shootouts on Sussex to two drops on one neck (Yeah)
New watch from Golden Sun hittin' when the sun set
Maybachs and mansions, just closed on a duplex
Condo in Bloomfield, that's when I had the new 'Vette (Remember)
Debatin', should I move west? Or south, because I know the route?
Started off local, now the whole clique global now (Worldwide)
I barely take photos unless it's strictly for promo now
Five hundred worth of ice in the room, and I'm dolo now (You know)