Dirty Money

[Intro]
Yeah (Bang)
Loaded, 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

[Chorus]
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 could've 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)

[Verse 1]
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 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 Levi's (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 VLIVE
Baby, I just wanna fuck, you can't be mine (Baby)
And we runnin' through O's like a D-line

[Chorus]
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 could've 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

[Verse 2]
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 gated (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 million, can say that I made it (Woah)
Gettin' some money only thing on my mind
Hundreds 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

[Chorus]
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 could've 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)