Hard Earned - Philthy Rich, Money Man, GT

I miss all them niggas, I miss all them niggas

Fuck you, your dead homies, bitch, all them niggas

Ayy, it’s Philthy, nigga

Uh-huh, look

Screamin' fuck 12, Maine took twelve

Caught my first case at twelve, but I wouldn’t tell

Bitch, I jumped off the porch as a young nigga

Used to slide on the opps just for fun, nigga

Yeah, I really sold crack in my neighborhood

I ain’t proud of it, but a product of my hood

Fake niggas gon' believe fake shit

Ain’t a nigga on this earth ever take shit

All my niggas locked up, I miss all them niggas

Fuck you and your dead homies, bitch, all them niggas

I’m a money man, but still’ll get you jacked, boy

Sneak dissin' in them songs’ll get you whacked, boy

I can’t make mistakes because that shit might cost me

I just pulled up in that Rover, this shit here costly

I need M’s because I gotta feed my offspring

I got streams and I got Percs and I got watches

I can’t fuck with none of these haters, these niggas toxic

I been vacuum sealing loud and stuffing boxes

She gon' bust it for a real one, she gon' drop it

I can’t let my check decrease, I gotta prosper

We can’t let these niggas survive, we gotta conquer

My BM told me that she only fuck with bosses

All I’m thinkin' in my head is I gotta go harder

All these stones around my neck, these bitches hard-earned

All these stones around my neck, these bitches hard-earned

Never been a fold, Lil Jack was taught to stand firm

Still totin' sticks we hit from the licks I got from Melbourne

Shots to the chest, tryna give a nigga heartburn

Shots to the chest, tryna leave a nigga woozy (Leave him woozy, bitch)

Shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign (On a foreign, bitch)

They tryna shut us up, ayy (Tryna lose me, bitch)

We hoppin' out, poppin' out with wooly (With the wooly, bitch)

Got a .223 in a two seat (Booyah)

Put a nigga to sleep 'fore they snooze me ('Fore they snooze me)

Chopper give 'em wings for that blue cheese (Blue cheese)

And a nigga weak on a Tuesday (Bitch, come here)

All we know is slide, I created a hockey team (Hockey team)

Whenever we collide, open fire, let that chopper sing (Chopper sing)

Badda-boom, badda-bing, reality is not a dream

He a casualty, I’ll empty your whole salary, give me everything

My bitch tryna spin like a ballerina (Ballerina)

Street sweeper clean up, bloody the whole scene up (Grrah, bah)

Close the witness eyes, they never say they seen us (Nah)

Married to the game, but I got a pre-nup

Ayy, I’m up at five in the morning and I’m whippin' yams up (Yeah,

whippin' yams up)

Philthy just pulled up (Skrrt), all white Lam' truck

I like my money face the same way, rubber band up (Rubber band up)

I don’t fuck with new niggas, that’ll get you jammed up (For real)

Spent a dub on my chain, it shine when the lights out (Racks)

Ten racks’ll have them killers at your crib right now (Bah, bah-bah)

You ain’t really 'bout all that shit you talkin', pipe down

Drunk an eight yesterday, I’m tryna put the pint down (For real)

Made me a play, I’m 'bout to go get fresh as fuck

Gucci to my socks and threw on the white buffs (For real)

Two hundred racks was the mission, now I’m tryna get a ticket (Ayy)

Lot of niggas just be cappin' to you, but we really get it, nigga

All these stones around my neck, these bitches hard-earned

Never been a fold, Lil Jack was taught to stand firm

Still totin' sticks we hit from the licks I got from Melbourne

Shots to the chest, tryna give a nigga heartburn

Shots to the chest, tryna leave a nigga woozy (Leave him woozy, bitch)

Shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign (On a foreign, bitch)

They tryna shut us up, ayy (Tryna lose me, bitch)

We hoppin' out, poppin' out with wooly (With the wooly, bitch)