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Dirty Money
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Uh, uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh I been in the trap, baby (Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf*ckin' beat?) Yeah, I been in the trap, baby, woah (Ah nah, you ain't made that motherf*cker) I been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means? (Uh) Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean I said, "Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean" (Ooh) How you wanna talk to me? Lil' nigga, you ain't got no bands You broke, that's what you tellin' me You cry, you ain't got no salary Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain't no trail in me Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can't see me, but you smell in me You can't see me, but you smell in me This drip, it come from overseas I get Ps from out the West, thеn send it right back to the East (Uh) I get high likе Wiz Khalifa, the zaza, this is not no Keisha Go to sleep Versace sheets and wake up feelin' like a king (Ooh) Countin' fetty while lookin' for a trap queen Welcome to the trap, I'm the f*ckin' trap king I just might relapse, I'm addicted to codeine Glock up on my lap, I'm the trap with them things I been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means? (Uh) Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean I said, "Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean" (Ooh) How you wanna talk to me? Lil' nigga, you ain't got no bands You broke, that's what you tellin' me You cry, you ain't got no salary Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain't no trail in me Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can't see me, but you smell in me Smokin' on Jamaica with this bad yellow thing Took her to room, where you know what that means (Uh) Runnin' up a check, dot pass in my jeans Used to wear Levi's, now it's Alexander McQueens (Ooh) Real trap nigga makin' plays with a mask on (Oh) And this mean racks all over me Corona, it ain't stoppin' me (Uh) Burnin', smokin' za in the car, f*ck a felony Trappin', countin' money at the table, smokin' broccoli I been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means? (Uh) Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean I said, "Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean" (Ooh) How you wanna talk to me? Lil' nigga, you ain't got no bands You broke, that's what you tellin' me You cry, you ain't got no salary Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain't no trail in me (Oh) Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can't see me, but you smell in me (Oh) Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Ooh Ooh
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