Make a Movie lyrics

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
I say two shows in one night, f*cked two hoes in one night
A four ounce, three condems, two blunts and one sprite
Yeah, I f*ck with Inglewood, shout out my n*gga Ice B
Shout out my n*gga A.P., he got coco from Ice T
Riding round in that Astin, these Forgiatos, stop asking
Yeah, this a six speed, just sit back and roll my weed
Three stacks on these red bottoms, might pull up on your bottom
Call you up a lil later, n*gga, and let you know that the kid got them
No, I ain't no pimp rapper
I rap and I pimp
Got this broke n*gga mad, 'cause he can't rap and he ain't a pimp
He wanna be just like me, he called me up for a feature
But he ain't have his money right, I guess he ain't having no monеy, right?
It's Philthy

[Verse 2: YG]
YG 400!
I don't care what you know, n*gga, you don't know me
I take your b*tch and makе a movie with her, like she Angelina Jolie
She 'bout her cash and her cheese, I bet I smash her for free
It's like [?] in that pus*y, how she pass it to me
OK, I [?] a b*tch, and then I f*ck her on the same night
Give her that [?] di*k, be on the same flight
b*tch [?] b*tch better get right
She keep asking for the di*k, b*tch, sit tight
She on me, yeah she want me
So she pulling down my zipper
If the homies come around, we [?]
I go hard on these hoes, [?] I'm a sinner
Met this b*tch off of Twitter, [?] was in Denver
Ate her like she was dinner, then I bounced on that b*tch throat
No homo, n*ggas on that Sisco
I'm too cool for you dudes, you n*ggas foo foos
Take your b*tch and make a movie, and put it on YouTube
[Verse 3: I-Rocc]
[?] on my line, she [?] sh*t up out of me
Stalking a n*gga, just tryna get some di*k outa me
A hundred different hoes, doing the same thing
But baby got a buzz, been hearing her name ring
Give her the game clean, now the broad scared of me
Turn the camera on, and f*ck a Ron Jairimy
Blow her back out, doing dammage like it's ten of me
Now lil mama gotta [?]
Big screen dreams, won't make it to motion pictures
If you got a lil [?] then I ain't f*cking with you b*tches
[?] get them to the crib, got them off coke
If you [?] final cut pro
Left hand on my camera, other on my [?]
Bust that thang open, she tryna get the starring role
Make her go to work, dope di*k shawty
Why that n*gga hating? Bet his ho b*tch know me
Gon' ask him

[Verse 4: Erin McKeown]
Man, I sware to god
These b*tches on my bumper
She wanting me to f*ck her
I ain't even got her number
I met the b*tch last summer
I was sitting in the hummer
Smoking on some [?] OG
That's my favorite kind of weed
Know a n*gga on one
Na, girl, I'm on two
Pop another pill, and call your other homegirl through
Man, that b*tch is bad
I sware that b*tch is bad
Tryna [?] tell her pull up to my pad
That n*gga gon' be mad
Because we gon' do the damn [?]
We gon' [?] in the kitchen
Then we going to the room
[?] boom
[?] shawty
Why that n*gga hating?
Bet his ho b*tch know me
I'm talking 'bout