Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 24 Hours, artist - Philthy Rich. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
24 Hours |
| They say I’m actin' different, no I’m stackin' different |
| Free my nigga Chic', he was young and scandalous with it |
| I move swift 'cause the feds tryna shackle niggas |
| They’ll let 'em touch down just to tackle niggas |
| I’m 'bout pushin' forward, never bending backwards nigga |
| If life a book, this the level up chapter nigga |
| More money, bigger ice, smaller circles |
| Just some loyal niggas and some killers that’ll merk you |
| If you hustle hard, ice your wrist, you deserve to |
| Tell them begging niggas that’s complaining you should earn too |
| Didn’t know how to mix blow, but I learned to |
| Then my little stacks, you should’ve seen what it turned to |
| Most nigga had handouts, I had to cash out |
| When I copped to move forward on my cash route |
| But it all paid off in the end |
| When they ship sunk, I was good, I knew how to swim |
| We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (it's Philthy nigga) |
| Stop wasting time, nigga get paid (ayy do that) |
| Got a dime on me that I just made (I do) |
| Got a dime on me that I just made |
| Meek told me to these rap niggas I’m a threat (he did) |
| See they don’t want to let me in but bitch I’m up next (it's Philthy ho) |
| These niggas all bitches, no Cotex (pussy) |
| My bitch hangin' up minks, no coat checks (designer) |
| See we be jumpin' off flights so we can catch the fight (huh?) |
| Ten thousand for these seats to watch Floyd tonight (Money Team) |
| These all VS1's, them moissanites (bust down) |
| Tell that nigga tag his jeweler so we know it’s ice (Philthy) |
| Ayy yeah I fuck with the D, that’s a known fact (what up though) |
| Nigga stop gettin' fronted, get your own pack (ayy do that) |
| This grown man money, got my own sack (the money man) |
| Nigga never keep the work where your home at (uh-uh) |
| That broke shit you talkin', I ain’t on that (broke nigga) |
| That foreign that he drivin', he don’t own that (foreign) |
| They said that his big homie loaned that (is that right?) |
| I’m just happy that we got Dame and Mone back, it’s Philthy |
| We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (same twenty-four) |
| Stop wasting time, nigga get paid (get on it) |
| Got a dime on me that I just made (ten thousand) |
| Got a dime on me that I just made |
| Ayy, I ain’t fall off, bitch I fell back (bitch I fell back) |
| I ain’t graduate, I had to sell crack (workin') |
| Pullin' off the dealership in Hellcats (vroom) |
| Nigga play with me and get his head cracked (far) |
| Eastside bitch, we grind in black Dickie fits (all winter) |
| From underdog to top dog, I know these niggas pissed (niggas hurt) |
| Rap niggas talkin' shit that they ain’t really did (lyin') |
| How you sellin' bricks but you ain’t got nowhere to live (that's crazy) |
| Blow a bag when I feel 'cause I been savin' (stackin') |
| I don’t listen to these niggas 'cause they been hatin' (pussy nigga) |
| You see this chain around my neck, this bitch hittin' ain’t it (shinin') |
| Nigga get up out your feelings and go get some paper |
| We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (same twenty-four) |
| Stop wasting time, nigga get paid (get on it) |
| Got a dime on me that I just made (ten thousand) |
| Got a dime on me that I just made |
| We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (get on your hustle) |
| Stop wasting time, nigga get paid (playin') |
| Got a dime on me that I just made (ten ball) |
| Got a dime on me that I just made (yup, yeah) |
| I just hit for twenty K in all blues |
| Killers in the venue when we fall through |
| I’m just tryna see what baby jaw do |
| Double cup styrofoam full of dog food |
| Show up with my shooters, making sure we straight |
| That backend is mandatory, think he owe me eight |
| All these damn grams make the donkey break |
| Bust it down, poppin' pimples in the Rollie face |
| Crucify the jeweler if the Rollie fake |
| Foreign filthy, pulled up on me in that holy Wraith |
| Your block ain’t activated 'less your corner shake |
| Tuckin' spitters in my jaw, nigga stomach ache |
| You run the play and run it back, that’s how you run it up |
| Cut the back off the Caddy, we came to fuck it up |
| I’m in the back of my neighbors, they tryna cut for somethin' |
| Mama please do me this favor and put the sonnet up |