Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirty Money , by - Young Dro. Song from the album Da' Real Atlanta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.10.2017
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Dirty Money |
| Dirty, dirty money, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| All the dirty money, all the dirty money |
| Fingernails dirty, running through a birdie |
| And the 1st coming, and the 1st coming |
| Fuck what you heard, order up a bird |
| Tell them boys run it, tell them boys run it |
| Blue cheese, nigga, blue cheese, nigga |
| Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred |
| Dirty, dirty money, dirty, dirty money |
| I’m wrapping keys, spending rapper, rapper shit |
| On that Activis, on that trapper shit |
| Pocket full of green, cabbage, cabbages |
| For the cash hang you over balconies |
| When I spray, I spray your whole faculty |
| Football pockets, nigga go and tackle me |
| Hulk Hogan bricks, go and wrastle me |
| WWE, bubbly, bubbly key |
| Trap bumping on the 1st and 15th |
| Pussy nigga why don’t you come and fuck with me? |
| Break down, I ain’t fucking 'round |
| Get my partner pound, buy another pound |
| And the chopper hold bout a 100 rounds |
| Blam, blam, blam, gun you down |
| Dirty fingernails, counting dirty money |
| Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money |
| All the dirty money, all the dirty money |
| Fingernails dirty, running through a birdie |
| And the 1st coming, and the 1st coming |
| Fuck what you heard, order up a bird |
| Tell them boys run it, tell them boys run it |
| Blue cheese, nigga, blue cheese, nigga |
| Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred |
| Dirty, dirty money, dirty, dirty money |
| All the dirty money, all the dirty money |
| Chopper hold bout a 100 rounds |
| Blam, blam, blam, gun you down |
| Flipping, flipping keys, tell em I’m up again, let me re-up again |
| I’m buying 40 blocks, selling 40 blocks, let me re-up again |
| Nothing but fish scale sitting up in the truck again |
| I got the Act boy, tell them jack boys I’mma bus-bus-bust again |
| Yeah, they call me a birdie player |
| I got them dirty nails |
| I got that dirty money |
| Tell your bitch «go to hell» |
| Tell the car, «bring it home» |
| Tell the feds, «Dro ain’t at home» |
| I know they be tapping my line, I don’t even play the phone |
| It’s ringing, it’s ringing, it’s ringing |
| My pinky ring blinging, it’s blinging |
| If a nigga try to play me for the players I’mma nut up like semen, semen, semen |
| I got them whole thangs sitting up in a Porsche car |
| And my bitch sitting up in a Testarossa car |
| I got my fingernails dirty from the dirty money, dirty money, rolling broads |
| All the dirty money, all the dirty money |
| Fingernails dirty, running through a birdie |
| And the 1st coming, and the 1st coming |
| Fuck what you heard, order up a bird |
| Tell them boys run it, tell them boys run it |
| Blue cheese, nigga, blue cheese, nigga |
| Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred |
| Dirty, dirty money, dirty, dirty money |
| All the dirty money, all the dirty money |
| Chopper hold bout a 100 rounds |
| Blam, blam, blam, gun you down |
| That thang stank bruh. |
| You’ve been trappin' all day? |