Dirty Money

(albüm: I Told You - 2016)

Money on my mind
All the time, all the time
Slanging, selling, niggas telling
Catching feelings, on the low
Friends switching, different women
With you every night
Praying, sinning, sinning, praying
That the Lord, take my soul
Money on my mind
All the time, all the time
Slanging, selling, niggas telling
Catching feelings, on the low
Friends switching, different women
With you every night
Praying, sinning, sinning, praying
That the Lord, take my soul

Fuck with me
The wolves come out at night nigga

Dirty money, all I know is dirty money
Millionaire, 30 hundred, dirty money
Got my brother, buddy down in murder something
Jay my brother, brought him down the way

He studying, I don't know where he came from
He studying, I don't know where his name from
New extended .30 and his hand gun
It's such a [?] we gon' change where we came from
I can't let no fuck niggas round me
I can't let no fuck niggas round me
My lil niggas got a problem, we gon' go to work
I bet he come up in that set, I was smoking purp'
He steady plotting through a body, told me hold his work
He nearly fell off 'bout the week, had to hold his shirt
I can't let no fuck niggas round me
Got this 30 in my cup, nigga 'bout it, yeah
Put this on my mama, I won't die no fuck nigga
When you start the commas, that's when they want fuck with you
Way you starving, who gon' come pay that re-up with you
Niggas left you out for dead and never starve with you
You have to feed the family, that's first
Bet no pussy niggas understated, that's the thirst
Rich, switch, 20 bands for a verse
Rich, switch, 20 bands for a course
I can't let no fuck niggas round me
Bet he body like he's yours, niggas round me, yeah
[?] steady dripping off my wrist
Slip in Versace, down mix it with the kitchen
I love my conscience, yeah I'm fucking with them chickens
A lot of bread and weed, and fucked off these bitches
I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong, I know I'm selfish
I see that Fendi, see Chanel, I can't help it
Got all this [?] I'm just tryna dodge the devil
We shout Diego in the game, speeding double
You heard my Harlem niggas emigrated [?]
He down to let the bitches fly, no Furtado
He down to let them bitches see, no Bravo
He gon' let them bitches

I had to lick off the poor
Shawty, she got all the dope like I roll with it
We run the city and I get the money
From all of these bitches I roll with
Hop in the Phantom, I hop in the Phantom
I hop in that bitch, I'm like woah woah
Don't tell me you at it, don't tell me you at it
Don't tell me you back at that bitch hey, yeah
I can't let no fuck niggas round me
I can't let no fuck niggas round me
Fly with me