Filthy Money

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Juvenile

Terius Gray (born March 25, 1975), better known by his stage name Juvenile, is an American rapper, He is also a former member of hip-hop group the Hot Boys. At the age of 19, he began recording raps, releasing his debut album Being Myself in 1995. He became popular when his 1999 single "Back That Thang Up" was released. In 2003, he returned to Cash Money to record Juve the Great, spawning the number-one hit "Slow Motion". Following this album he again left Cash Money, and in 2006 he was signed to Atlantic Records. He released Reality Check under that label. He released his eighth studio album, titled Cocky & Confident, on December 1, 2009. He released his ninth studio album, titled Beast Mode, on July 6, 2010. more »


Year:
2019
3:39
18 
#2

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Yeah
Stunna
Uptown shit
Yeah (D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc)

.40 with the range (the range), sniper with the aim (the aim)
Playin' fuckin’ games, nigga bust him in the brains (him in the brains)
3rd Ward soldier (soldier), live it how we get it (how we get it)
Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin’ (we livin’)
(Rich Gang) We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' (we gunnin')
Filthy 'bout this paper (paper), alligator suede (suede)
We livin’ in designer (designer), and ridin’ on them blades (blades), slime (slime slime)

Paper chase, we knew it (we knew it)
Money gang, we blew it (blew it)
Play around, we shoot it (shoot it)
Nothin' with me, won’t do it (nothin')
Playin' games and we flew it (flew it)
Nigga know it's one thing
If we come around, we do it (Rich Gang) (brap)
Rich Gang, no barkin' (no barkin')
All that fake playin’, you talkin' (talkin')
We all about this money gang
You f*ck around, we chalkin' (chalkin')
Situation got sticky (sticky)
Pussy nigga went hold up
Pussy nigga got chalked up
Playin' with us and got fucked up (fucked up)
3rd Ward to my death (my death)
Uptown 'til I die ('til I die)
Mrs. Gladys, nigga, we ride (ride)
Uptown, we higher
Pimpin' on this paper (this paper)
Alligator with the suede on it
Big money, we played on it
That's the way we laid on it

.40 with the range (the range), sniper with the aim (the aim)
Playin' fuckin’ games, nigga bust him in the brains (him in the brains)
3rd Ward soldier (soldier), live it how we get it (how we get it)
Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin’ (we livin’)
We simple 'bout the money (money), nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' (we gunnin')
Filthy 'bout this paper (paper), alligator suede (suede)
We livin’ in designer (designer), and ridin’ on them blades (blades), slime

I'm a bad man, Aaron Rodgers
If you play baseball, you a Dodger
I'm a grown man, y'all niggas toddlers
I travel 'round the world like the Harlem Trotters
I don't give a f*ck about nothin'
It could be somethin' if a nigga won't make it out somethin'
Rule number one, no runnin'
Rule number two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin'
I be in the city up in all the Wards
Fuckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge
On Claiborne, right there by the bridge
They say they smell marijuana up in the car
Old school, I should should buy baller walls
See my lil' homie 'nem fallin' off
I don't like to talk, I don't talk at all
If you don't run today, you don't walk tomorrow (Rich Gang)
From the bottom, I been through it already
Smokin' on gas, 93 unleaded
Trapped independent, where the fuckin' confetti?
Smelly came with the bag and that bitch heavy
Nigga, I'm raw and it can't be edited
You a bitch, you a bitch too, y'all relatives
Y'all wear Old Spice now, y'all delicate
I don't even f*ck with stupid niggas, I'm prejudiced

.40 with the range (the range), sniper with the aim (the aim)
Playin' fuckin’ games, nigga bust him in the brains (him in the brains)
3rd Ward soldier (soldier), live it how we get it (how we get it)
Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin’ (we livin’)
We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' (we gunnin')
(Rich Gang) Filthy 'bout this paper (paper), alligator suede (suede)
We livin’ in designer (designer), and ridin’ on them blades (blades), slime (slime slime)

Rich Gang (Rich gang, Rich-)

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