& Tah Murdah] Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here And it's money and murda all year Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you
February I take your show money, take your 'dro money (Oh, oh) Yo yap that fool 'cause I don't know money For my peeps that hate slow money I put them
your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here And it's money and murda all year Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us A hundred mill
[Funkmaster Flex] Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor .. it's goin down [DTP] Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin
me, so when I ain't around they ask for me, I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy For the fast money, I get up in that ass money The fact you tryin
question to the counsel. [Annie Baxter] Tell the counsel I want my money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary Sunshine
Workin' at the donut shop, we dreamed of gettin' paid And when the dishes got dirty, we got cascade The weather was hot, we got a spot in the shade Well
ride the whip It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me 'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money Soon as his un-tuck BAM,
the dirty At the park, Sunday at the park Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty
right up wish me old Irish luck But I also need shitloads of money And if there are any of you dirty rich old men Sitting up there in the shade Step
a lost hour In a town built from neon and chrome Where las vegas seeks the desert In an old broken down casino There the gambler slapped his money down Dirty
been paid, rats been laid Many gats been sprayed Plus tracks been made like yellow dude face See me through your shades, blow up like grenades Try and
mean, we working everyday hard Getting our hands dirty just like y'all But y'all think y'all better (musolini) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pledge allegiance to money
I've been all around your dirty old city Been all around your dirty old town [shades of ewan maccoll --.ed] I've slept in your alleys, I've slept in your
head hurt Until I learned tha game And made ma head work Like get dem bitches lata, jus take dis bread first, yea I learned dat man I was all rite Went to a trapaholic, get money
m off in another world So far out this atmosphere I could throw a hundred million Out the cockpit of my layer That's dirty money (Uh uh) You starving
ghost ride the whip It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money Soon as his un-tuck BAM
no money like custom money It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money That why the money gotta clear to protect it