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Filthy Money

Birdman & Juvenile
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Yeah Stunna Uptown shit Yeah D-Roc .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playing fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playing, nigga, hood rich, we living We simple 'bout the money, nigga Paper chase, we running Lay 'em down, bust 'em down Break 'em down, we gunning Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We living in designer, and riding on them blades, slime Paper chase, we knew it Money gang, we blew it Play around, we shoot it Nothin' with me, won't do it Playing games and we flew it Nigga know it's one thing If we come around, we do it (Rich Gang) Rich Gang, no barking All that fake playing, you talking We all about this money gang You fuck around, we chalking Situation got sticky Pussy nigga went hold up Pussy nigga got chalked up Playing with us and got fucked up 3rd Ward to my death, Uptown 'til I die Mrs. Gladys, nigga, we ride, Uptown, we higher Pimping on this paper, alligator with the suede on it Big money, we played on it, that's the way we laid on it .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playing fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playing, nigga, hood rich, we living We simple 'bout the money, nigga Paper chase, we running Lay 'em down, bust 'em down Break 'em down, we gunning Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We living in designer, and riding on them blades, slime I'm a bad man, Aaron Rodgers If you play baseball, you a Dodger I'm a grown man, y'all niggas toddlers I travel 'round the world like the Harlem Trotters I don't give a fuck about nothing It could be something if a nigga won't make it out something Rule number one, no runnin' Rule number two, keep gunning That's how I'm coming I be in the city up in all the Wards Fuckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge On Claiborne, right there by the bridge They say they smell marijuana up in the car Old school, I should should buy baller walls See my lil' homie 'nem falling off I don't like to talk, I don't talk at all If you don't run today, you don't walk tomorrow From the bottom, I been through it already Smoking on gas, 93 unleaded Trapped independent, where the fuckin' confetti? Smelly came with the bag and that bitch heavy Nigga, I'm raw and it can't be edited You a bitch, you a bitch too, y'all relatives Y'all wear Old Spice now, y'all delicate I don't even fuck with stupid niggas, I'm prejudiced .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playing fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playing, nigga, hood rich, we living We simple 'bout the money, nigga Paper chase, we running Lay 'em down, bust 'em down Break 'em down, we gunning Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We living in designer, and riding on them blades, slime Rich Gang