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Dirty Money

Money on my mind

All the time, all the time

Slangin', sellin', niggas tellin'

Catchin' feelings, on the low

Friends switchin', different women

With you every night

Prayin', sinnin', sinnin', prayin'

That the Lord, take my soul

Money on my mind

All the time, all the time

Slangin', sellin', niggas tellin'

Catchin' feelings, on the low

Friends switchin', different women

With you every night

Prayin', sinnin', sinnin', prayin'

That the Lord, take my soulFuck with me

The wolves come out at night niggaDirty money, all I know is dirty money

Millionaire, 30 hundred, dirty money

Got my brother, buddy down in murder somethin'

Jay my brother, brought him down the wayHe studyin', I don't know where he came from

He studyin', I don't know where the name from

New extended .30 and his hand gun

It's such a [?] we gon' change where we came from

I can't let no fuck niggas round me

I can't let no fuck niggas round me

My lil niggas got a problem, we gon' go to work

I bet he come up in that set, I was smokin' purp'

He steady plottin' through a body, told me hold his work

He nearly fell off 'bout the week, had to hold his shirt

I can't let no fuck niggas round me

Got this 30 in my cup, nigga 'bout it, yeah

Put this on my mama, I won't die no fuck nigga

When you start the commas, that's when they want fuck with you

Way you starvin', who gon' come pay that re-up with you

Niggas left you out for dead and never starve with you

You have to feed the family, that's first

Bet no pussy niggas understated, that's the thirst

Rich, switch, 20 bands for a verse

Rich, switch, 20 bands for a course

I can't let no fuck niggas round me

Bet he body like he's yours, niggas round me, yeah

The garage steady drippin' off my wrist

Slip in Versace, down mix it with the kitchen

I love my conscience, yeah I'm fuckin' with them chickens

A lot of bread and weed, and fucked off these bitches

I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong, I know I'm selfish

I see that Fendi, see she deli, I can't help it

Got all this pain I'm just tryna dodge the devil

We shout Diego in the game, speedin' double

You heard my Harlem niggas emigrated Carter

He down to let the bitches fly, no Furtado

He down to let them bitches see, no bravado

He gon' let them bitches

Songwriters

DAYSTAR PETERSON, DANIEL GONZALEZPublished by

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