Main Money Publishing - Philly Celebrities lyrics

(Mr. Man) Uhh (b**bonic) Yeah, Its what I like Uh huh, yeah yeah (Mr. Man) Queue me dawg (b**bonic) Yeah, Most wanted baby (Mr. Man) Yo See I'm a cop' Benz 'til they make edition S-1000 (And) Buy the mall out while you n***as there browsing In the latest six coupe, a 120,000 Score more proud, 'bout pile reclinin' We gonna make changes listening to Phyllis Hyman Cops wanna search for guns and can't find 'em They ask for my name, I tell 'em read it in diamonds Mr. f** hoes and put down the bricks Advance my drink game for Mo' Don and Cris' Bought whips in the order of 4, 5 and 6 Man I never been broke I kept money to count Get it down in dice games, win money and bounce A milli-on motherf**ers, it's how the word's pronounced I keep my bank account, the banks amount My n***as play freeze tag with big rocks that's costly Bonic iceman and of course I'm all frosty (Chorus: b**bonic) Look here we Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars Don't worry 'bout it n***a, you know who we are You see my damn house, you see my damn car Don't worry 'bout it n***a, you know who we are We Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars Don't worry 'bout it b**h, you know who we are You see my damn chain, you see my damn car Don't worry 'bout it b**h, you know who we are (b**bonic) Boo a clothesline n***a, I wear myself I wish somebody spit hot And I'm sick of hearing myself I talk big sh**, how I only f** with big chicks With big tits, big hips and all that slick sh** Yeah, I'm a drop out, drop six Drop they gorgeous b**h, drop they sh** soon as I hop out n***as ain't near me spittin' they game And plenty ho's in tattoo parlors getting my name Probably think I'm highed up, pot, spit and flip game Snorted out my mind with six b**hes like Rick James Wanna marry me and all they know is my nickname SLow up, you want me now cause I'mma blow up Women I cast 'em out like "Aquemini" And our roley got two faces like a Gemini T-H-E-B-E-S-T that's me If you better than this then lets see (come on) We, crush, yeah uh huh Y'all n***as know from the doors we ain't playin' with y'all (Chorus) (b**bonic) He Mr. how much dough you trying to get (Mr. Man) A 1 with 9 O's n***a plenty of chips (b**bonic) A house so sick you need a shot just to get in (Mr. Man) bu*tery suede color, every chair you sit in (b**bonic) n***a we ball real, ice we got that (Mr. Man) Listen to Dru Hill, beauty we knock that (uhh) (b**bonic) Chain bling all in your face you spot that (Mr. Man) Take ours get a Tech in your face, stop that (b**bonic) Mad at me cuz '99 was our summer (Mr. Man) Wildwood Jet ski ride the wave runner (b**bonic) Mad at me cuz its us two housing (Mr. Man) Well you gon' be at mad motherf**er in 2000 (Chorus)