Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Around, artist - Philthy Rich. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Around |
| I’m a star, look at my wrist |
| Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish |
| All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown |
| All this money keep these bad bitches around |
| I just wanted to be rich |
| I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks |
| Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds |
| Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around |
| I said with Guwop in a new drop |
| Shirt off like 2Pac |
| From Seminary, nigga you not |
| In the kitchen breakin' in the new pots |
| On papers but I still keep that hammer on me |
| I’m the shit in East Oakland bitch, ask about me, look |
| EA, nigga EO, Anti like T. O |
| Rollie on, got three more |
| Dirty piss for my PO |
| You a bird bitch, you a bird bitch |
| Thirty on me, Stephen Curry bitch |
| I was steppin' on the work bitch |
| When you was steppin' into work bitch |
| These red bottoms cost three thou |
| Make a bitch walk three miles |
| My ex bitch wanna reach out |
| To a broke bitch, I play senile |
| It’s F.O.D, 1017 |
| Seen ten bricks when I was seventeen |
| Dirty sprite mixed with the lean |
| Bust down Rollie but the diamonds clean |
| I’m a star, look at my wrist |
| Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish |
| All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown |
| All this money keep these bad bitches around |
| I just wanted to be rich |
| I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks |
| Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds |
| Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around |
| I walked out the fed gate, I shed all the dead weight |
| I just shut Coachella down then I flew into the bay |
| Man this track sound so familiar, man it’s Gucci Mane and Zay |
| And Philthy Rich, if you ain’t tryna get rich you in the way |
| Matter fact I hit the lot and bought me five more Bentleys |
| Three tennis chains on but I don’t play tennis |
| Two bad bitches with me nigga, mind your fuckin' business |
| All the chickens that I sold, I could’ve got a life sentence |
| I’m grinning 'cause I’m winning, put myself in this position |
| It’s hard not to smile when you just made twenty million |
| This might be a hit Philthy, damn that sprite look real filthy |
| All these diamonds on me, ain’t no way I could plead not guilty |
| I’m a star, look at my wrist |
| Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish |
| All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown |
| All this money keep these bad bitches around |
| I just wanted to be rich |
| I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks |
| Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds |
| Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around |