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, Twis' & Diddy with Tim on the track You know it gotta be tint with 20's
all And even overseas they accepting me y'all All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'all I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
it the mall the gas station dem people be waiting to see me hop in sumin hating all them duece duece skating, runnin it like walter payton until u fuked it
put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Young Buck] Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga, Came from the country, dirty south get it
up out my toilette See I ain't goin' no where bitch You know a nigga been home honey Money fuckin' retarded, called itdown syndrome money My case sick
care I'm a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire [Verse 2:] Junior It's cash money over everything It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein I'm
keep a good bitch in ya crew And you rock a good mother fucken suit And you got a lil tree on ya boots You can get it Nicki and dirty money shit ya
with tall boots Can I get a encore I know you want more I know you sick of all them girls They’re such a bore But it’s my time I need ya'll to roar
for real Take a nigga life from him they don't know how it feel [Verse 2] Ain't talked to my dog yet but I know he sick Next fifteen years of his life
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
