Philanthropy ft. Yadda Baby Lyrics

Alright

Yeah

Dom NX on the beat

Come on

Ayy

Get the bag and give it right back out just like philanthropy

Thought it was the cops, it's neighborhood watch, the vigilante freaks

Beat bumping hit the shoulder lean while I roll my weed

Quit fuckin' askin' if I'm done yet and let me roll in peace

I'm in the 941 but in my heart, always be 843

Still in the studio at 8 o'clock, got in here before 3

I couldn't act right for none of my teachers, fuck a ACT

Got the most talent up in America, put me on AGT

How you say you inhaling the weed if you ain't hit no ghost?

These bitches keep on talkin' yada yada, shut the fuck up hoe

I just hit up Yadda, we make commas just to talk that smoke

The plug ain't answerin', I'm mad as fuck, I damn near broke my phone

Bro had to kick this bitch up out the whip cause she was off the coke

Birds of a feather flock together, I'm so fly I don't

Like the chiropractor, I got joints in this bitch for the low

Just met up with the mirror men and then I seen the goat

I don't dance but I might fuck around and hit the folks

They raving bout my run, Lamar Jackson, I been stuck on go

Fuck the court, they suspended my license, I'm tryna hit the road

I feel like Rachael Ray, keep cookin' up and puttin' on a show

Unfortunate turn of events, I just call that life

If it ain't snowin', I ain't goin', that's just not my type

Air Jordan in this 3-5, I'm finna take up flight

The za got my voice deep as hell, sound like RMC Mike

Damn, nev-never car jacked but stole 500 bikes

Rinse wash repeat, stack up a hundred like 800 times

Only 16, I ain't even in my motherfuckin' prime

Been watchin' everybody stay the same while I stack and climb

Yeah, come on

Alright, Yadda

Come on, come fuck this bitch up real quick

Forever Fresh

If you shop with me once, you comin' back like a curl route

Yeah, this some light shit, I ain't even bring it all out

I been busy chasin' money while these niggas chasin' after clout

Oh shit, I heard he had the sauce, what happened? Guess it burnt out

Nah, they can't see the new spot, lining headies at the station

You shoppin' petty, cop a bigger bag, I won't keep you waiting

Shit, I'm ballin' off the green and the white like I'm Jason Tatum

Yadda M.I.A. gettin' paid, probably why they hating

I ain't even left, my headie askin', what's my ETA

These niggas fucked up, ain't in a crib, ain't got a place to stay

I can crack G's in third person, ain't gotta show my face

I'm rollin' hard before I tweak out, please give me space

Pull up, get my pape, then you know I'm yankin' right off

Built this line up with headies, I could never answer to a boss

Shit, I feel like Chris Tuck, I can show you that this money talks

Fuck a safe, use the shoe box till I need a vault

Get the bag and give it right back out just like philanthropy

Thought it was the cops, it's neighborhood watch, the vigilante freaks

Beat bumping hit the shoulder lean while I roll my weed

Quit fuckin' askin' if I'm done yet and let me roll in peace

I'm in the 941 but in my heart, always be 843

Still in the studio at 8 o'clock, got in here before 3

I couldn't act right for none of my teachers, fuck a ACT

Got the most talent up in America, put me on AGT