Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirty Money , by - Tory Lanez. Release date: 18.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 soul |
| Fuck with me |
| The wolves come out at night nigga |
| Dirty 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 way |
| He studyin', I don’t know where he came from |
| He studyin', I don’t know where his 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 |
| 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 Chanel, I can’t help it |
| Got all this I’m just tryna dodge the devil |
| We shout Diego in the game, speedin' double |
| You heard my Harlem niggas emigrated |
| He down to let the bitches fly, no Furtado |
| He down to let them bitches see, no Bravo |
| He gon' let them bitches |
| I had to lick off the poor |
| Shawty, she got all the dope like I roll with it |
| We run the city and I get the money |
| From all of these bitches I roll with |
| Hop in the Phantom, I hop in the Phantom |
| I hop in that bitch, I’m like woah woah |
| Don’t tell me you at it, don’t tell me you at it |
| Don’t tell me you back at that bitch hey, yeah |
| I can’t let no fuck niggas round me |
| I can’t let no fuck niggas round me |
| Fly with me |