Hood Rich Ringtones

Gun (brrt) Can't come (gang, gang, gang) Huh, take the gun (gang, gang, gang) Just got a new blick (Jay Bunkin) Uh (grrt, grrt) (Yo, you heard? Turn my voice up a lil' bit) Uh, uh Lot of new chops, told my shooters, "Go dumb" Grew up on the block, you ain't from? Then don't come Mama always told me, "Fight back, don't run" She wasn't ever tryna have a pussy ass son I was in the fields since a young ass age Smart nigga, always had some decent lil' grades Actin' up nutty, used to know how to behave But always had a dream that I'd grow up and get paid Pray to God, time go by, shit change Really used to jugg, I'm in the stu', I switched lanes Still be with them shooters, every day they put in pain Remember lockdown, poppin' bottles, gettin' restrained The shit I been through wasn't really no game I know I'm goin' up, but still humble I remain A lot of shit I did as a youngin', I'm to blame But I just feel the energy there's waitin', go insane I be spittin' from the heart, off the top, like it's easy Just was on the block, hot, pop, yes they need me I be spittin' fly every drop, it's a PD Still ride with chops for the opps, fuck the PD Meddies got me wheezy, I just dropped with Weezy I just wish them not around's was here to believe me Baddies on my weewee, bitches that's on TV You ain't never turn a blue check to a skeezy I can't wife an E-E, I need me a good bitch Someone on my level, I ain't fiendin' for no hood bitch Two years in this industry, I still be on my hood shit But now I know there's more to livin' life than bein' hood rich I need me a Billy, free that nigga Gilly Opps straight bitch niggas, thinkin' that they drilly Lil' nigga silly, pop 'em like a wheelie Skate off on the scene on foot like it's Heelys I just wanna be great and accomplish something 'fore I go But they don't wanna see me accomplish nothing, boy, I know I just wanna be somethin' fore I leave here I can't sit and watch my people, they need care Growing from the block, I done had a steep year Headed to the top, but the hunger deep there, no, no Long way from the day a nigga started this True 2 Myself was like a starter kit And I'm only 19, not too many work as hard as this I'm just tryna go as far as it is That's the whole reason why I live I got some shit to prove, them niggas runnin' out they jibs At 18, young nigga, bought my mom a crib I been knew this would happened, crazy, this the way it is I was destined, destined to succeed Remember bein' locked down, treated like a peasant next to fleas I can't fuck with rats, they got disease I know I could achieve anything I want if I believe Anywhere I go, I know I'm good, flyin' through the hood And I keep that wish-a-nigga-would Youngin', I was so misunderstood But new times came, I pray to God I made it out for good And accomplish something ('fore I go) And accomplish something I just wanna be great and accomplish something 'fore I go But they don't wanna see me accomplish something, boy, I know

(Intro) I'm a get money nigga man Aye you know You know about it Flocka! (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Verse) Rap done, slow done So I'm layin niggas down Brick Squad monopoly, we movin like the gardens Porn star, lucky you about it I'm Clayton County, Jurassic Park We don't play fair, we just shoot, no karate Niggas say they lookin for me, it ain't hard to find me I'm always in the hood, fuck a hater getting money Extendos in our clips, blue tints double F in them 50 clips, these niggas in trouble Ductape em, shout out to my nigga Alley Boy I'm from Clayton County Riverdale, you know we ridin boy Rob a nigga, rob a nigga, tie his ass up Got them bands on a nigga, my fen on my brigs truck (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Verse) I fuck yo bitch and beat yo ass, you can call me Jazz Knock you out with one punch, call Killie B Too many are shot out, shout out to the ODG We got it locked from west side to CP You know, you know Them hoes get on the floor You know, you know How a nigga get on the flow That bell with his mouth nigga, come sleepin on the couch nigga Think I want, there's a drop nigga These numbers high, gotta get em at ya Steal from strong I cut your fingers off All for one, we all the boys Pop his bands like Tylenols Down south nigga born up north What yo cause baby what it do? I'm P Funky so don't move Fuck her good, gold dick BS'in my alumni bitch (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Outro) You know! You know! Lay that nigga down You know! You know! Lay that nigga down yea Lay that nigga down yea Lay that nigga down Three letters, BSM bitch Ball!

I think its time to dig up your grave How you lie up to my face and you spit on my name I had your man up in my bed giving me brain I feel like einstein My cum white Call that shit cocaine Huh I dont give a fuck about your fucking shit... You hating bitches can stay right in my fucking clit I own you bitches With 95 benefits I am the general of the army Been a dick Been addicted to the dick Plus my pussy wide open I tell them take a lick My pussy clean like a cuisine Tasty Got the pussy game The can make a nigga lazy Can make a nigga hazy Driving niggas crazy Suppling niggas with babies Smoking mary janesies Plan B Stick in your lane and you wont get smashed All you little rat bitches Got your heads to gassed Huh

June, you're a genius Ayy, find they hood, ayy Shoot them niggas, ayy Like Rodney Hood, ayy Huh, huh, I doubt they fire back I doubt they fire back I doubt they fire back Who them niggas? Ayy Find they hood, ayy Shoot them niggas, ayy Rodney Hood, ayy I doubt they fire back Ah, Robin Williams, ayy Ah, rob a rich nigga Ah, Robin Hood, ayy Ah, who them niggas? Ayy Ah, find they hood, ayy Ah, shoot them niggas, ayy Ah, Rodney Hood, ayy I doubt they fire back Ah, Robin Williams, ayy Ah, rob a rich nigga Ah, Robin Hood, ayy, ugh Pussy ass nigga, don't bother me I hold my Draco awkwardly Mom said I can't have company Nigga better not ever not come for me Knock a nigga out of his Robin jeans I'm up but still commit robberies Hollow hit him in the stomach, colonoscopy Break a bitch heart with honesty Pour my drink, that's Honest Tea Lil' bitch with me got gonorrhea Like I can't pay her no mind Fuck around and get to actin' crazy like Like I can't pay her no mind Fuck around, she tryna have a baby I throw a bitch off the backboard Slam her back in, Scuba Tracy McGrady like huh Hmm hmm, let me tell you something My young dawg here tryna sell you something huh Pull a four-five on a nigga then I just lay him Guess that's where the hell he from, hey No cap, I'm filthy rich Big homie gave me fifty bricks, ayy No cap, I'ma hit your bitch Block her number after she suck my dick like huh Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang in the living room Auntie give my shit to Philthy for me, she gon' send it to him A nigga say he ain't got my re-up, then we gon' get into it I might have the whole Seminary put them pistols to him 18, left him 'bout thirty, hmm Twelve shots went to a murder, huh Seventeen bars on Wednesday, hmm Two-three fives by Thursday, hmm Five hundred dollars for the Bulova, hmm Twenty-eight thousand for the Rollie, huh Twenty-five thousand for the crib game Better not steal 'bout five dollar Rollies, huh Look, I say, hundred thou' out a bad bitch She a centerfold, nothing average (Uh-uh) Still the number one draft pick Three to win the game off the glass, bitch (It's Philthy, ho) Amiri jeans cost a little thousand (Designer) Amiri jacket cost two bands (Designer) Skinny jeans with stupid bands Tell Skuba Steve do the Skuba dance In the D like I'm from there (Ayy, what up, though?) Name a nigga ever did that (Ain't nan' one) Play with me and get kidnapped (Ayy, do that) We slid up and slid back (Slide) Hundred thousand with gold or somethinG (Chump change) Another hundred thousand or a hundred (Swear to God) Bought my Asian bitch a pair of buffs She ain't even wore them bitches once (It's Philthy) In the red zone with some reds on (Red bottoms) Seminary nigga, kill zone (Seminary) SmokinG on gelato, kill zone (It's five nothin') Ten thousand, boy, the pills gone (Is that right?) On the East Side, nigga, 7 Mile (East Side) Told the plug I need the big amount (I need that) Bitch say she wanna settle down (Bitch) TalkinG 'bout she want a wedding now (It's Philthy) On the turnaround, nigga, me and Smoke (Turnaround) Ten years fora key of coke (Thirty-six) They flick they lights, I'ma run they ass This a track car, all they seeinG smoke (Swear to God) Chanel bags for my bottom bitch Every year the ho stayed down (Solid) Chopper ringinG off in the hood Better grab the hoods off the playground (You better) Steak, lobster, and shrimp, bitch (What else?) Fried rice with the combination (Ayy, eat it up) Fuck his baby mama with the F&N Make him give up the combination (You better, nigga) Fifty pointers in the diamond chain (Bust down) New rose gold set from Gary (Bust down) Fast money like Big Berry (Fast money) Broke nigga, he secondary, it's Philthy