Facts - Philthy Rich

We gon' get straight to the point on this one

(Funk or Die)

No indirect, only direct

Uh-huh, look

Three mil' in ice, spent a million on my niggas' shit

Not to mention five hundred on my bitch 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 niggas, please don’t confuse us

Swear to God I gave Gary all blues

2010, was rockin' all Trues

Spent a million at Gucci, nigga, 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, shit I’m tryna touch fifty more

Then blow it all and double back and run up fifty more

It’s Philthy

Ayy, nigga, only M’s I play with is millions, nigga

If we speakin' facts