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letra de dirty money - psychopathic rydas

[chorus: sugar slam]
how you look so fly? (how you look so fly)
boy, you caught my eye
boy, you caught my eye (you caught my eye)
how you look so rich? (how you look so rich)
can i be your b-tch? (can i be your b-tch)
can i be your b-tch? (boy, you caught my eye)

[verse 1: bullet]
dirty money, my money is dirty, like some hooker ass
filthy infected fifties, never rejected
pay me, b-tch, a little more than what’s mine
bullet holes and bloodstains in the bills, that’s fine
i’m involved in some heavy sh-t, weighin’ deep
i shot them b-tches up tryin’ to follow me in they jeep
see, it’s potholes all over my road to richеs
i hear swervin’ in my black truck, avoidin’ the ditchеs
[verse 2: yung dirt]
everything i ever owned, anything i ever had
it’s five-grand in my hand, wrapped up in a rubber band
came from doin’ bad things, dirt all on this money
held up in a liquor store, gotta take it from these dummies
it ain’t funny, motherf-cker, it’s how i make my weight
strapped with a ak, i spray and go get paid
this ain’t no nine-to-five time card, no benefits
red clay all on my chips, it’s the only way i get rich

[chorus: sugar slam & yung dirt]
how you look so fly? (dirty money!)
boy, you caught my eye (dirty money!)
this black truck (dirty!), this new chain (dirty!)
all the sh-t i own, dirty money paid for everything!
how you look so rich? (dirty money!)
can i be your b-tch? (dirty money!)
this black truck (dirty!), this new chain (dirty!)
all the sh-t i own, dirty money paid for everything!

[verse 3: full clip]
pick you and your shoestring and everything in between
make mine, makin’ my means by any means
full clip, king of the heist, [buyin’ this ice?]
if i see it, you better tuck it, especially if it’s nice
[and won’t think?] twice, i turn anything into bread
and flip it around, cash money, no check, so yeah
this little matchin’ piece that i’m sittin’ on
was paid for by the bank i held up just this mornin’
[verse 4: cell block]
everything i gain comes from stealin’ things
purses, wallets, watches, and chains, i can’t change
i’m a hustler, flip all your goods and cop a .38
go up in the bank and tell ’em “empty out the safe!”
get away without a chase, no trace and no clue
ain’t a hood on the corner [with half a case to go through?]
i laundered my own money so my sh-t ain’t ever clean
the rydas money stay dirty and bl–dy like a crime scene

[verse 5: foe foe]
now i’ve been gettin’ money, be it dirty or covered in blood
everything from bud to rollin’ it in the plug
and where i come from, i was raised as a thug
sellin’ nickel bags of funk to the ogs on the hunt
went from sellin’ out of pocket up to sellin’ out the trunk
went from pullin’ out a pistol, now a bullet, now the pump, what?
i got it covered, everything under the sun
sellin’ guns and drugs and robbin’ b-tches just for fun now
[verse 6: lil’ shank]
dirty money, my money ain’t ever clean
gold candy paint with hydraulics on my 82 [?]
with more birds in a trunk in a pet shop
open for business in the liquor store parking lot
i got them bl–dy money stacks to the ceiling
mossberg on my lap in case somebody catchin’ feelings
i cop big sh-ts, players try to test me
they bring they little knots, but they can never outspend me

- psychopathic rydas

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