Lyrics Stick Up - Philthy Rich , Shoreline Mafia
Ron-Ron
load
it
up,
Ron-Ron
load
it
up
Ron-Ron
do
that
shit
You
ain't
got
it
how
you
say
you
got
it
(Got
that
shit)
You
ain't
popping
how
you
say
you
poppin'
(Poppin'
shit)
You
ain't
living
all
that
shit
you
talking
(All
that
shit
you
talkin')
Say
you
ballin',
I
don't
see
you
shopping
(I
don't
see
you
shoppin')
Long
nights,
baby,
get
that
money
(Get
that
money)
Get
that
bag,
then
you
gon'
bring
it
to
me
(Bring
it
to
me)
I
put
dick
up
in
your
bitch's
tummy
(Bitch's
tummy)
This
a
stick-up,
nigga,
give
it
to
me
(Give
it
to
me)
Twenty
bands,
I
ran
through
that
(I
ran
through
that)
Fifty
thousand,
yeah,
I
blew
that
(Yeah,
I
blew
that)
Me
and
Philthy
counting
new
racks
OTX,
FOD,
bitch,
you
knew
that
(Ayy)
OTX,
FOD,
serving
whole
thangs
I
ain't
really
into
talkin'
'less
it's
cocaine
('Less
it's
cocaine)
Ain't
no
halves
if
you
shopping,
buy
the
whole
thang
I
broke
a
bitch
and
I
ain't
even
know
the
ho
name
(The
ho
name)
How
you
wanna
do
it?
Show
me
how
you
tripping
(Tripping)
I'm
a
baller
and
you
not,
these
bitches
know
the
difference
(Know
the
difference)
I
put
Gucci
on
my
socks
and
all
my
Bape
is
vintage
(Bape
is
vintage)
I
just
bought
it
off
the
lot,
you
niggas
pay
for
renting
(Pay
for
renting)
You
niggas
broke,
my
niggas
not,
I
swear
we
hate
pretending
(Hate
pretending)
I
pour
a
four
then
watch
it
drop,
I
know
I'm
drank
addicted
(Drank
addicted)
I
been
ballin'
like
I'm
Kobe,
popping
pain
prescriptions
(Ballin')
Two
liter,
copped
some
Wock'
then
dropped
an
eight
up
in
it
(Ayy,
ayy)
You
ain't
got
it
how
you
say
you
got
it
(Got
that
shit)
You
ain't
popping
how
you
say
you
popping
(Popping
shit)
You
ain't
living
all
that
shit
you
talking
(All
that
shit
you
talking)
Say
you
ballin',
I
don't
see
you
shopping
(I
don't
see
you
shopping)
Long
nights,
baby,
get
that
money
(Get
that
money)
Get
that
bag,
then
you
gon'
bring
it
to
me
(Ayy
it's
Philthy,
nigga)
I
put
dick
up
in
your
bitch's
tummy
(Uh-huh)
This
a
stick-up,
nigga,
give
it
to
me
(Look)
A
hundred
killers
with
me,
nigga,
I
ain't
only
rapping
(A
hundred
of
'em)
Internet
thug
lacking,
say
that
it
was
only
rapping
(Pussy)
A
lot
of
fake
love,
replace
it
with
the
paystubs
(I
had
to)
I
hate
my
ex
bitches
with
a
passion
so
I
don't
make
love
(Faggot)
Gucci
on
my
collar
like
a
uniform
(Designer)
My
new
bitch
foreign,
your
new
bitch
boring
(She
is)
My
passport
got
a
few
stamps
(Is
that
right?)
I
remember
I
used
to
steal
my
mama's
food
stamps
(It's
Philthy)
My
having
thangs
niggas'll
probably
stick
you
up
(Free
sack)
If
my
nigga
fall
off,
he
know
I
pick
him
up
(Know
I
will)
Crown
on
my
wrist,
see
that's
that
Rollie
talk
(Bust
down)
No
I
don't
give
a
fuck
what
your
big
homie
bought
(Uh-uh,
nigga)
Bad
bitch
rollin'
Backwoods
(Killzone)
She
might
get
some
dick
if
she
roll
a
blunt
that
good
(She
just
might)
Got
a
bitch
from
Inglewood
throwing
big
B's
(Familys)
And
a
bitch
from
Grape
Street,
free
03
(Free
03),
it's
Philthy
You
ain't
got
it
how
you
say
you
got
it
(Got
that
shit)
You
ain't
popping
how
you
say
you
popping
(Popping
shit)
You
ain't
living
all
that
shit
you
talking
(All
that
shit
you
talking)
Say
you
ballin',
I
don't
see
you
shopping
(I
don't
see
you
shopping)
Long
nights,
baby,
get
that
money
(Get
that
money)
Get
that
bag,
then
you
gon'
bring
it
to
me
(Bring
it
to
me)
I
put
dick
up
in
your
bitch's
tummy
(Bitch's
tummy)
This
a
stick-up,
nigga,
give
it
to
me
Dick,
up
in
her
tummy
I
wrap
the
package
up,
it
look
just
like
a
mummy
Boy,
we
filthy
rich,
my
niggas
really
scummy
Boy,
you
hella
broke,
you
niggas
really
bummy
From
the
Bay
right
to
LA
We
flipping
packs,
we
do
all
day
We
ship
'em
out
to
these
niggas
out
of
state
We
ship
'em
out
to
these
niggas
out
of
state
To
these
niggas
OT
I
ran
it
up,
I
listened
to
my
OG
You
know
I'm
G-sliding
in
this
bitch,
just
like
03
OT
Ran
it
up,
I
listened
to
my
OG
You
know
I'm
G-sliding
in
this
bitch,
just
like
03
You
ain't
got
it
how
you
say
you
got
it
(Got
that
shit)
You
ain't
popping
how
you
say
you
popping
(Popping
shit)
You
ain't
living
all
that
shit
you
talking
(All
that
shit
you
talking)
Say
you
ballin',
I
don't
see
you
shopping
(I
don't
see
you
shopping)
Long
nights,
baby,
get
that
money
(Get
that
money)
Get
that
bag,
then
you
gon'
bring
it
to
me
(Bring
it
to
me)
I
put
dick
up
in
your
bitch's
tummy
(Bitch's
tummy)
This
a
stick-up,
nigga,
give
it
to
me
Twenty
bands,
I
ran
through
that
(I
ran
through
that)
Fifty
thousand,
yeah,
I
blew
that
(Yeah,
I
blew
that)
Me
and
Philthy
counting
new
racks
OTX,
FOD,
bitch,
you
knew
that
(Yeah,
yeah)
Twenty
bands,
I
ran
through
that
(I
ran
through
that)
Fifty
thousand,
yeah,
I
blew
that
(Yeah,
I
blew
that)
Me
and
Philthy
counting
new
racks
OTX,
FOD,
bitch,
you
knew
that
1 Stick Up
2 Gangsta Report
3 Robin Hood
4 Not the Type
5 Black Excellence
6 Fake Love
7 Break Bread
8 Tracy McGrady
9 What You Say
10 2018 Break Ya Pumps (Bonus Track)
11 HBIC
12 Die Rich
13 Free Big Meech
14 Interlude M.A.C #1
15 Interlude M.A.C #3
16 No Cap
17 Interlude M.A.C #2
18 Love & Hip Hop
19 Intro M.A.C
20 Bentley Truck (Bonus Track)
21 Bill Cosby
22 Not Regular
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.