DIRTY!

[Intro] Come in the backroom Backing up like I don't give a fuck Gotta move the bricks Bands so I could get the truck What up with it, buddy? Sad [Verse 1] Uh, dirty (Dirty) Money, I'ma make you look dirty Poke it out Funny how the world caught up with me (Yeah) Heard them pigs in New York don't fuck with me Sheeple (Sheeple) Keep it transparent, y'all see-through Help me out Mama used to bump Luther, no Beatles McNabb tired of getting soup from the Eagles Karma In L.A. with that blicky playing Contra Nasty You can meet the fist like Arthur (Uh) Love screwin' with the cops, I'm Lana Two SIGs, Big Pun and Fat Joe, they twins Pull it out, get them mumbling like Sims And I don't need twenty niggas tweakin' synths, dirty [Interlude] Get low Huh, get low (Uh, uh, fuck) Better have ten, nah, nah, nigga, we— [Verse 2] Dawg, look at these niggas Grind my teeth, how they spit so much filler? (For real) Wannabes used to wanna be wiggas Same wannabes wanna be killers, mmm-mmm Weak-ass rhymes (Weak), weak-ass lines (Weak) Same old synths, them weak-ass slides (Facts) Fresh carpool, this lane all mine (Uh) Already lapped, can't nobody get by Who you gon' call when the trends all die? (Me) Niggas follow, I been walkin' my path the whole time (Yeah) Shit hurts worse when you deep in the grind Out on bail like Pac in the prime Style so slutty, even you gotta try it (What else?) My shit jam big drum on the .9 (What else?) When you spit subs, give me your own time And you can't get it back, niggas know I ain't lyin' [Outro] Huh Huh