"Quality Over Quantity" lyrics
(Funk or Die)
(Why y'all mad? 'Cause y'all ain't got no motion, why y'all mad? Y'all ain't got no motion)
Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
Let me talk to 'em
Uh-huh, look
You know what it feel like to pay all your mama bills?
You know what it feel like to run through a couple mil'?
Well, nigga, I done did that a couple times
I was really on the block sellin' nicks and dimes
So that mean I came from nothin', nigga
I done made a millionaire out of a couple niggas
They tell me, "Who you put up in position?"
I talked this shit into existence, that's my intuition
Ayy, quality over quantity
Skyami, Bal Harbour, on a shopping spree
Carl, Gary, Ben, Johnny, Wafi
Cuban bitch don't know my name, she just call me papi
Emeralds and baguettes, a lot of princess cuts
Your shit don't hit like mine 'cause you ain't payin' nothin'
Don't call that bitch your feature if she ain't been down five or better
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, I ain't never used the umbrella
Five hundred thousand on a light day
I ain't never gave a fuck 'bout what they might say
I ain't wanna go plain, I wanted to bust mine
Two-fifty on the Lam' truck, I used to stand in the bus line
I used to ride the 40L
I used to ride the 82
Them niggas prayin' that I fail
If I was you, I'd hate me too
You know how many niggas I influence?
But they'll never tell the truth
Ayy, tell 'em sucker niggas I ain't goin'
Just keep it off the 'net, go with your move
Yeah, I had to cut some niggas off
Shit, they really cut theyself off
Shit, I had to cut some bitches off
Bitch, I'm cut from a different cloth
Yeah, it's Philthy, ho
Quality over quantity
Karats and pointers
It's always a better bitch with less problems
I don't want nothin' that don't want me
You feel me?
Ayy, it's Philthy, ho
Uh-huh, look
(Blame it on Monstah)
(Why y'all mad? 'Cause y'all ain't got no motion, why y'all mad? Y'all ain't got no motion)
Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
Let me talk to 'em
Uh-huh, look
You know what it feel like to pay all your mama bills?
You know what it feel like to run through a couple mil'?
Well, nigga, I done did that a couple times
I was really on the block sellin' nicks and dimes
So that mean I came from nothin', nigga
I done made a millionaire out of a couple niggas
They tell me, "Who you put up in position?"
I talked this shit into existence, that's my intuition
Ayy, quality over quantity
Skyami, Bal Harbour, on a shopping spree
Carl, Gary, Ben, Johnny, Wafi
Cuban bitch don't know my name, she just call me papi
Emeralds and baguettes, a lot of princess cuts
Your shit don't hit like mine 'cause you ain't payin' nothin'
Don't call that bitch your feature if she ain't been down five or better
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, I ain't never used the umbrella
Five hundred thousand on a light day
I ain't never gave a fuck 'bout what they might say
I ain't wanna go plain, I wanted to bust mine
Two-fifty on the Lam' truck, I used to stand in the bus line
I used to ride the 40L
I used to ride the 82
Them niggas prayin' that I fail
If I was you, I'd hate me too
You know how many niggas I influence?
But they'll never tell the truth
Ayy, tell 'em sucker niggas I ain't goin'
Just keep it off the 'net, go with your move
Yeah, I had to cut some niggas off
Shit, they really cut theyself off
Shit, I had to cut some bitches off
Bitch, I'm cut from a different cloth
Yeah, it's Philthy, ho
Quality over quantity
Karats and pointers
It's always a better bitch with less problems
I don't want nothin' that don't want me
You feel me?
Ayy, it's Philthy, ho
Uh-huh, look
(Blame it on Monstah)
