Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yea Yea , by - Philthy Rich. Song from the album Seminary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SCMMLLC
Song language: English
Yea Yea |
| Hop out of that foreign, 'bout to stick it, yeah yeah |
| They ain’t gotta hear that I’m the nigga, yeah yeah |
| Baguettes on the Rollie’ll be drippin', yeah yeah |
| And even when I’m sleepin', man I’m countin', yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| And even when I’m sleepin', man I’m countin', yeah yeah |
| It’s two hundred and fifty in my Chase account |
| See that’s a quarter milly if I take it out |
| I told a bitch, ain’t got no time to take her out |
| No we don’t do no dates and we ain’t making out |
| I spent a hundred thousand just on Din and Dame |
| And then I spent another hundred on Mone and Main |
| Rest in peace to all my niggas bitch, and free the gang |
| This foreign in my garage, I can’t pronounce the name |
| I fell asleep bitch, with the Rollie on |
| Hit the Rollie store with the Rollie on |
| My nigga Rich Real said get the Patek Philippe |
| He the only nigga I know had it before me, it’s Philthy |
| Hop out of that foreign, 'bout to stick it, yeah yeah |
| They ain’t gotta hear that I’m the nigga, yeah yeah |
| Baguettes on the Rollie’ll be drippin', yeah yeah |
| And even when I’m sleepin', man I’m countin', yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| And even when I’m sleepin', man I’m countin', yeah yeah |
| Look, rest in peace Bankroll Fresh |
| All I ever wanted was a bankroll and to be fresh |
| Sixty thousand in my Balmains |
| Bustdown Rollie, nigga can’t afford it plain |
| My bitch rockin' the same thing |
| All these pieces 'round my neck all custom made |
| Poured an eight of Act up in my lemonade |
| These niggas so emotional, that’s a female trait |
| I fell asleep bitch, with the AP on |
| Hit the AP store bitch, with the AP on |
| I drink Rosé, no Avion |
| Got these broke niggas sick 'cause my paper long, it’s Philthy |
| Hop out of that foreign, 'bout to stick it, yeah yeah |
| They ain’t gotta hear that I’m the nigga, yeah yeah |
| Baguettes on the Rollie’ll be drippin', yeah yeah |
| And even when I’m sleepin', man I’m countin', yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah (ayy, ayy) |
| And even when I’m sleepin', man I’m countin', yeah yeah |