Lyrics:
a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
Now the gold wrapper laying by her thong
Hoe snatcher, homewrecker, shoes-taking, phone checker
Move making, low level crime boss, go and check it
My
the streets
But they snitching
Can't fuck with a chick
Unless she in the kitchen
She do it so dirty
I might clean the dishes
She moving them eggs
By
must be insane
Walking in a valley surrounded by shame
But even in the midst of the hypocrites and doubters
You’ll shine bright in the light living in
chips
Gold uzi clips
Moët, two TECs, Icey goth clique
Princess cuts my bitch wrists
Watch the blood drip
Dirty diamonds, dirty kush by my dirty dick
so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore
Don't just stand around, if you're giving up then you're going down
There's the plank,
Been humble for too long time to let these niggas know
Cuban links and gold ropes
Cuban links and gold ropes
Cuban links and gold ropes
Cuban links
you-ou-ou
Do anything you wa-ant me to
Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
with you-ou-ou
Do anything you wa-ant me to
Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks,
make sum’ ‘fore i lose em
Please stand by, Outright needa make an entrance
You can not be faking image
Disbelief is not distinguished
Lo and behold
it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos
ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse
it by any means
Where I'm from you can be 6 feet, no quarantine
For the bag, my n***** sold packs right up the street
That's a fact, we rode dirty but
I'm dirty cash, the one that you asked for
I'm wanted by the rich and the poor
More and more, you just can't reject it
You're the junkie and I inject
to sea with him
Like she did not know how
She longed to see that seaport town
Of Canadee-I-O
So she bargained with the sailor boy
All for a piece of gold
It's up, nigga
Yeah, you know me by name
You know me by name, you know me by gang gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know me by name (it's
with you-ou-ou
Do anything you wa-ant me to
Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks,
you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now
and gold jewels
Fruit loops and pro tools
She lies to my face
At least disguise it, don't just hide behind the fact that you come overboard to my place
She
you step into Dirty's domain
This cold game got you switchin' identities and code names
I went from enough ta mo game, growin like Rogaine
keepin'
boy stace, teeth glistenin'
From the gold in his mouth, the summer breeze was whistlin'
I contemplated my retort, eyes fixed in
On a crucifix around
giver
Oh so stubborn
And you don't think anyone's in charge of it
Gold digging, gold digger by my side
And I don't think anyone's bribed the bets
I be up
my love, don't do me dirty, no
His drug, his drug, his drug ain't drive me crazy, though
Ayayayaya, baby, don't let me go
Ayayayaya, baby, don't let
of the things you pay for, all the things I sold
So I could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
[Scratch Chorus x2]
"It's a dirty game and rule #1" Jadakiss 'The Set
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