Facts lyrics

[Intro]
(Blame it on Monstah)
We gon' get straight to the point on this one
(Funk or Die)
No indirect, only direct
Uh-huh, look

[Verse]
Three mil' in ice, spent a million on my n*ggas' sh*t
Not to mention five hundred on my b*tch kit
The house one-point-five before the remodel
Three bottles of rose, me and three models
Lawyer want two hundred, just spent three with the jeweler
Nothin' like these broke n*ggas, please don't confuse us
Swear to God I gave Gary all blues
2010, was rockin' all Trues
Spent a million at Gucci, n*gga, last year
They call me Big 59 at the cashier
The foreigns one-point-five if you add the Rolls
Two Rollies on me sit white and rose
No prescription, four pair of Cartis
Fake ass, fake tits, she a real Barbie
That's nine million, sh*t I'm tryna touch fifty more
Then blow it all and double back and run up fifty more
It's Philthy
[Outro]
Ayy, n*gga, only M's I play with is millions, n*gga
If we speakin' facts