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letra de washed the money in the washing machine - vanny goodfella

[hook (intro)]
washed the money in the washing machine
spin cycle dreams, now the paper clean
from the vault to the sink, it’s a crooked routine
life ain’t what it seems when you chasing that green

[chorus]
banks full of ghosts, crooks in armani coats
scammers on the line, selling hope by the boat
thots in the lobby, gold diggers take notes
mob ties deep, we don’t talk — we just gloat
police on the tail, but the whip got wings
illegal life sings in the chain of kings
thugs, gangsters, con artists supreme
we washed the money in the washing machine

[verse 1]
yo, i came up off the corner with a duffel of sins
dirty bills smellin’ like the devil’s cologne and gin
feds tapped the metro, i spoke in morse code
jay elec with the scrolls, ghost with the wardrobe
my lawyer wear silk, talk sl!ck like a bishop
he baptized the cash, now it’s holy in the system
gold digger named karma, she dance with ambition
she kissed me on the cheek, then ran off with the pension
i seen crooks turn saints, saints turn to fiends
all chasing that gleam in the washing machine
[verse 2]
i met a banker named louie, he laundered with finesse
taught me how to flip a wire like a priest in distress
we moved funds through sh-ll firms, offshore dreams
where the yachts got names like “don’t ask what it means.”
thots in the penthouse, sipping blood orange mimosa
they whisper sweet scams, draped in fake prada and rosa
con artists paint truth with a counterfeit brush
while the cops play chess with a snitch in a hush
i’m a thug with a ledger, a gangster with schemes
still washing dirty money in the washing machine

[verse 3]
mobsters in the sauna, plotting mergers and hits
while the judge play golf with the man who commits
i seen thugs turn poets, write verses in code
then bury the truth in a louis vuitton load
my sins got receipts, my crimes got flair
i tiptoe through indictments like fred astaire
the streets taught me math, the scams taught me grace
now i moonwalk through audits with a poker face
from the laundromat to wall street’s gleam
we washed the money in the washing machine

[chorus (repeat)]
banks full of ghosts, crooks in armani coats
scammers on the line, selling hope by the boat
thots in the lobby, gold diggers take notes
mob ties deep, we don’t talk — we just gloat
police on the tail, but the whip got wings
illegal life sings in the chain of kings
thugs, gangsters, con artists supreme
we washed the money in the washing machine

- vanny goodfella

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