"Real P $hit" lyrics

Didn't I say we put the M in "motion"? Bitch
Paid to fuck with me, ayy
You paid to fuck the bitch, the bitch paid to fuck with me (Funk or Die)
Real P shit
(Armani)
Look

You paid to fuck the bitch, the bitch paid to fuck with me
A breath of fresh air, I'm nothin' like your last P
A flight to Las Vegas or AZ
Cosmo or Talking Stick, bitch, this ain't no Cash Streak
But I need a cash fee
You could Zelle, Apple Pay, or Cash App me
Yeah, bitch, I'm on my P shit
I been pushin' pounds of pussy, I'm a real P (Look), it's Philthy

Made man in my hood, you can't whack a boss
How is you a boss? You never took a loss
Niggas fallin' for the double cross and triple cross
Let me know when the box land, my bitch sent it off
Had to cut Lay and Luxury off
Had to cut Storm, she couldn't make enough
I got a bad bitch every time I'm wakin' up
Trap on the dresser, filet mignon steak for lunch
This a Sky-Dweller, it was eighty bucks
This a Lamborghini Urus doin' eighty-plus
I know all my ex-bitches really hate my guts
But do you think I really give a fuck? It's Philthy

You paid to fuck the bitch, the bitch paid to fuck with me
A breath of fresh air, I'm nothin' like your last P
A flight to Las Vegas or AZ
Cosmo or Talking Stick, bitch, this ain't no Cash Streak
But I need a cash fee
You could Zelle, Apple Pay, or Cash App me
Yeah, bitch, I'm on my P shit
I been pushin' pounds of pussy, I'm a real P, it's Philthy

Ayy, bitch, I'm a real P
Don't give a fuck 'bout what your hatin' partner think of me
Back in the day, did she tell you that she chose up?
Lamborghini Aventador, I pulled up with the doors up
Cocky and confident, they say I got my nose up
If she loyal, then she spoiled, all my bitches froze up
Cocky and confident, they say I got my nose up
But all these foreigns paid for, so, bitch, I don't give no fucks
Naw, bitch, I don't give no fucks
I swear to God I don't give no fucks
I don't give no fucks
Naw, bitch, I don't give no fucks, it's Philthy

You paid to fuck the bitch, the bitch paid to fuck with me
A breath of fresh air, I'm nothin' like your last P
A flight to Las Vegas or AZ
Cosmo or Talking Stick, bitch, this ain't no Cash Streak
But I need a cash fee
You could Zelle, Apple Pay, or Cash App me
Yeah, bitch, I'm on my P shit
I been pushin' pounds of pussy, I'm a real P, it's Philthy