Another One lyrics

[Chorus]
Just hit the lot for a new foreign, f*cked around and got another one
New Rollie with the big face, all bust down, brought another one
Hundred thou all blue hundreds, done f*cked around and count another one
Thirty thou for a brick of soft, man f*ck it let me get another one
Just hit the lot for a new foreign, f*cked around and got another one
New Rollie with the big face, all bust down, brought another one
Hundred thou all blue hundreds, done f*cked around and count another one
Thirty thou for a brick of soft, man f*ck it let me get another one
It's Philthy

[Verse 1]
I say I hit the lot for the Masi truck
Fell in love with the Bentley truck
Broke n*gga I got my money up
You can tell that n*gga pull the rental up
New Chanel bag, this a one of one
b*tch already had bought you one
You ain't even wear the other one
Already askin' for another one
S63 with the AMG, told the b*tch she need to pay a P
Matter fact you should be paying me
We gon' move to Vegas when the Raiders leave
Pulled up in my i8, b*tch blowin' up my I-7
I done poured up a whole eight, sippin dirty Fanta at the 7-Eleven
Red bottoms on a tall b*tch
Them hundreds face blue like they all sick
He don't want smoke, he better call quits
'Cause this beef sh*t, b*tch I'm all in
Brought a brick of Tech and brought another one
Copped a new whip then copped another one
Bust down the Rollie, bust another one
I'ma run it up and blow another one, it's Philthy
[Chorus]
Just hit the lot for a new foreign, f*cked around and got another one
New Rollie with the big face, all bust down, brought another one
Hundred thou all blue hundreds, done f*cked around and count another one
Thirty thou for a brick of soft, man f*ck it let me get another one
Just hit the lot for a new foreign, f*cked around and got another one
New Rollie with the big face, all bust down, brought another one
Hundred thou all blue hundreds, done f*cked around and count another one
Thirty thou for a brick of soft, man f*ck it let me get another one
It's Philthy

[Verse 2]
I say now, Forgiatos, no flow to cap
The trunk on it where the motor at
pus*y n*gga never sold a sack
He be rappin' 'bout it but we know the facts
Two hundred thou, that's before the tax
Broke n*gga couldn't've afforded that
Told the b*tch I gotta call her back
I got a play up, I need to quarterback
A hundred thou, I need another one
Out of state, I need another run
Caught a body while I'm on the run
This a throwaway, I need another gun
Eight hundred for a new pistol
Brand new and in mint condition
Thirty on me, it can shoot missile
I'm at the cookie store up in San Francisco
Told the b*tch I'm tryna f*ck her sister
Yeah b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck your sister
I been tryna f*ck her for a minute
I ain't trippin', you can f*ck her with me
She pulled up on me in a n*gga Bentley
I told her, b*tch your n*gga penny pinchin'
Drop it back off to him empty
This Rollie on me cost a whole sixty, it's Philthy
[Chorus]
Just hit the lot for a new foreign, f*cked around and got another one
New Rollie with the big face, all bust down, brought another one
Hundred thou all blue hundreds, done f*cked around and count another one
Thirty thou for a brick of soft, man f*ck it let me get another one
Just hit the lot for a new foreign, f*cked around and got another one
New Rollie with the big face, all bust down, brought another one
Hundred thou all blue hundreds, done f*cked around and count another one
Thirty thou for a brick of soft, man f*ck it let me get another one
It's Philthy