Dirty Money

[Chorus]
Dirty money comin' quick, I could never go legit
That's eight slugs in this clip, stack trap money shit
I was a bummy little kid, I went and hit that strip
If you see me in my mask, just know your gettin' wigged
Dirt bikes on the block, hearts drop when were there
Hella bine for the opps, all these thots wanna stare
This bitch hold my blick so I pay for her hair
These kits go berserk, they got served by the stairs

[Verse 1]
We ain't never turnin' off, my trap still runnin'
Send a text, my youngin' serving shots
Gettin' busy 'bout my bread, she never met a boss
We fuck leave a mess, I did the same to my pot
Wrist hurtin' in this trap, I'm whippin' up a lot
I stopped pourin' up the slatt, I been sippin' up alot
I be servin' out these racks, comin' like a chicken shop
Man burst it for the gang, you know my shiners spin the block
Step in with machines, we pull up make a scene
Chains swingin' 'round my neck, bitches see me and get weak
[?], you know I gotta bless the fiends
Phone me for the 10, I got everythin' you need
Brick boy [?], got billion pound dreams
Everyday of the week, conversations with the fiends
I'm slangin' out this pack, done mileage on the street
VV diamonds shinin', 40 racks from my sleep

[Verse 2]
Lookin' at my wrist, I put a brizzy on my arm
Frank's still runnin', even when I was on remand
100k lines, pedal bike Tour de France
Send my youngin' with the smoke, he leavin' with your heart
Press the button push to start, buss case, Alhamdulillah
Now I'm with [?] in the car
Juggin' from a youngin', always knew I'd make it far
Baby this ain't cap, I'm really livin' what I talk
I money bop when I walk, they thought that I'd fall but
I don't say nuttin', let my watch do the talk
Scrape the rex with the [?] with the fork
The streets all gritty
But I'm out, you won't see me in the court
Tell my stylist I ain't wearin' it if I ain't like the colour
Be fryin' like lightnin', let it rain, let it thunder
Told my lil dawg it's time and don't worry 'bout no other
All these diamonds shinin'
Let this nigga in my borough for real

[Chorus]
Dirty money comin' quick, I could never go legit
That's eight slugs in this clip, stack trap money shit
I was a bummy little kid, I went and hit that strip
If you see me in my mask, just know your gettin' wigged
Dirt bikes on the block, hearts drop when were there
Hella bine for the opps, all these thots wanna stare
This bitch hold my blick so I pay for her hair
These kits go berserk, they got served by the stairs