Dirty Money

[Verse 1: Big Webbo & Kasher Quon]
Dirty money gotta wash this shit
Yo bitch dirty better wash that bitch
Coming up on the 6 all I had was a pot and a split
200 hours in my pocket tryna scrape up a brick

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
Five thousand in my pocket all dirty money
Run a 23 wit me , you fuckin dummy
200 in a zip that ain’t no fuckin money
A young nigga but these grown hoes wanna fuck me
Niggas say they on my head but nobody touch me
It ain’t my fault that yo main bitch wanna fuck me
I just scam but my niggas be servin junkies
Bro locked right now , for servin hunkies
3 grams in a wood smokin' red monkey
You talk bands but ain’t even got dread money
Yo bitch called and she asked for some gas money
But she ain’t even gotta car I gave her cab money

[Verse 3: Big Webbo]
Might just put the bag in Quon and just stop rappin'
I got hustle in my blood I can’t stop trappin'
These niggas sleepin' on me tell them niggas stop nappin'
Servin’ junkies on the block my young niggas scammin'
Still got dope on my scale back from ‘06
She a hoe, you happy you with my old bitch?
Fresh off the road , I just flipped a thousand kit
Bout to hit the titty bar so I can buy a bitch

[Verse 4: Kasher Quon]
Niggas always get caught they don’t know shit
You say you solid hit the room then go snitch
You ain’t ready for that life you a whole bitch
Just because you got a mag don’t mean you blowin' shit
Me and Web in the strip and we throwin' shit
You runnin’ off on the plug cause you owe him shit

[Verse 5: Big Webbo]
Driving fast zip the line in the foreign shit
Just left Golden Sun so you know I’m lit
Just left a nigga baby momma I hit her
Ma put me on child support because she bitter
You say you need 1000 blues I’m ‘bout to send them
Come back with some longer shit then [?]

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon & Big Webbo]
Come back with some longer shit than 6 Mile
Lil Dae hit my line and said he touched down
I ain’t wanna fuck yo bitch because she bust down
Next time you see me ima have a bussdown
New watch came plain but it cost a bussdown
Used to hit West Vee I took the Greyhound
Run up in yo spot it’s time to lay down
Whole 100 racks I ain’t come to play ‘round
Used to run spots with ye and kush pounds
Hit up empire tell Gazzy cut the check now
Still scammin’ hams I be using techs now
Lil bitch wanna fuck me I told her to text now
Sellin' all these grams round this bitch like it’s legal
My niggas still play with them birds like the eagles
And I’m known for stackin' all my chips like it’s Pringle’s
If I don’t tote the .40 ima take the Desert Eagle