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Dirty Money

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Yeah (bang) Woah, I'm loaded (bang, bang, bang, on God) Ayy, if I don't do shit else, I'ma go get some money On God (this shit mandatory, nigga) (Daniel, what's up?) Ayy, yeah Ayy, if I don't do shit else, I'ma go get some money (no rap) I made it out on my own, hundred racks on my phone But a bitch can't get nothin' from me (no rap) Tryna leave the streets alone 'cause I been coulda blown But I'm still wrappin' packs like a mummy (still wrappin' packs like a mummy) Couple thousand for a song, we was trappin' 'til dawn Now I'm countin' through the dead like a zombie, ayy (yeah) All of these grants in my pants, but I ain't go to college (bang) And I don't care if you thick, all of my bitches rich Ho, you gotta have more than a body (no rap) I try to stay out mix, niggas hate that we lit So I keep somethin' that kick like karate (that kick) I was just down on my dick, went and found me a fix Now my diamonds hittin' harder than Bobby, ayy (ayy, ayy) It cost a few thousand to drip like this No Freddie, but I got some rolls in the bank (no cap) Shout out the niggas who locked in them chains Know it's hard to maintain, gotta make 'em a shank (bang) We pull up deep if you payin' the fee, all this water on me, VVs wet as a sink (on God) I be ignorin' these hoes, I been focused on touchin' an M, no, I ain't tryna link Ayy, designer pants, won't catch me in no Levis (yeah) They ain't gettin' to no pape', so they D-ride And I been beatin' shit since I was knee high (knee) Niggas lazy and broke and I see why Two-tone diamonds yellow like a beehive (uh-huh) Turn an Airbnb into V Live Baby, I just wanna fuck, you can't be mine (baby) And we runnin through O's like a D-line Ayy, If I don't do shit else, I'ma go get some money I made it out on my own, hundred racks on my phone But a bitch can't get nothin' from me Tryna leave the streets alone 'cause I been coulda blown But I'm still wrappin' packs like a mummy (still wrappin' packs like a mummy) Couple thousand for a song, we was trappin' 'til dawn Now I'm countin' through the dead like a zombie, ayy Talkin' 'bout killin' ain't countin' dead faces (what?) I'm in a 'Lac it was high speed chases Do what I do 'cause I know that they hate it Need somethin' out the way with a pool in a gate (yeah, yeah) Fuck with the Rollie but AP my favorite (yeah) Spendin' these thousands but still gotta save it We brought the trap back to life like a baby When I touch a million, can say that I made it (woah) Gettin' some money only thing on my mind Hunnids all in my head like designs (designs) Can't be with us you ain't countin' dollar signs And I been havin' before I was signed Five percent tint, I don't care 'bout a fine Throw the flag, we make niggas resign Rolex my wrist but I can't tell the time And we gon' ball like MJ in his prime Ayy, if I don't do shit else, I'ma go get some money (bang) I made it out on my own, hundred racks on my phone But a bitch can't get nothin' from me Tryna leave the streets alone 'cause I been coulda blown But I'm still wrappin' packs like a mummy (woah) Couple thousand for a song, we was trappin' 'til dawn Now I'm countin' through the dead like a zombie, ayy (Loaded)