snatch at dirty money Just as soon as it appears Can we live with it? We know that it?s unclean And our selfish wicked way places all the blame on ourselves
We snatch at dirty money Just as soon as it appears Can we live with it? We know that it?s unclean And our selfish wicked way places all the blame on
Bring it, bring it back to the floor So sick with an ass so fat It's Shawnna, Twist and Diddy with Timb on the track You know it gotta be tint with
on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low in
guns start to run shit Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats
Lil Wayne] Young Money in charge, Yes It's Little Wayne, but the moneys enlarged. Priorities Young Money & God, Now they wanna know how I be getting money
gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real 'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah Don't get in my way Fuckin' with my money 'cause that
so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta flicks did it, yeah Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Lettin' off, nigga, all
I would probably hate on me, too If it's true that money is time, then watch this I ain't tryin' to run outta time, so I purchased some watches Y'all sick
gangsta mane) all tha way 100 with it (100 with it) who spit it like I spit it "NOBODY" nigga's sickening hoe's too and dey like it (dey like it) put
bad I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus It's Young Money bitch! The game needs us Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga? Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live nigga My nigga
', dirty And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty? Now all my life, dirty
'm sick and humble too It ain't over, it just feel like it crumble boo Now since you, shit I wanna rumble too Now if you're sick and tired, say it quick
bustin' the same I'm clutchin' my thang Stuffin' in it, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up Shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin' it
wanna see y'all take it there on the floor You wanted the Slum so we came with some more I hate y'all people who hate them people who Like to make y'all
Yo, yo, enta, enta Enta, enta It's the synical lyrical rap individual On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical I'm not a fan of this, I'm a
dirty, that dirty how ya doin I let the dirty go up and now niggaz runnin through it Huh, that's why I did it mayne, just don't forget it mayne The whole
yahl I'm still scorin' 85 percent of yahl awake but still snoring Got knowledge yourself and now my style is much older now We dirty ENT, we all we got we hold it
