Lyrics:
dirty down low dough making it clean
And mind you I was only thirteen
A rebel with a cause
A street level hustler with cash
Coming out the pores
Breaking
thirteen grand
Better go get myself an insurance plan
She's my man
I ain't got to where I'm going to
By hanging 'round with people like you
But then again I
Drippin' clean
Sippin' lean
Got the cash on me today
Drippin' clean
Sippin' lean
Got the cash on me today
Haters hate
Later, date
You skinny like
to be broke, now I'm a cash cow
I'm the plug, got the juug and my pack loud
Hella love in my hood smokin' Black n' Mild
Bitch motherfucker I'm smooth
well for myself
Couple trophies on the shelf
So what else could I want that I don't have yet?
Well, a little more cash and my own fast jet
So I can
about making
Those Dollars and sense
Girls on my jock, when I'm up the stage
Reports trying to cluck
Put me on the front page cIA in back of me
And cash
the transit sit on my scrotum
Gettin fed by my music and it's all clean work
And the used to be prom queen is a Walgreens clerk
I would dream about bein with
She spied me through the traffic and was on me in a flash
Some soft soaked out-of-towner and an easy mark for cash
In contrast to her ragged cloak
Hook:
(Z-ro) Bitch I'm clean that's all I know 'cause yo mama and yo gal told me so/bitch I'm clean that's all I know you can see my pinky ring
the door
hopped in the smug, and I break fast
Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash
At last, nigga made good, and I got away
So many words float by
Whispers on the wind
Just a stupid guy
Who once had a pleasing skin
So hot the fire we know
So clean the burning flame
Cooling
by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline
The nigga pass me kerosene
Fuck it, it's flammable
My
signs his checks with X's
But they cash 'em just the same
If you saw my pa and ma
You'd no they had no learnin'
Still they raised a family
Doin'
came to get down
Yes, I'm internationally known
Libra love that make you moan and groan
Burn my cash like race cars
Two bad broads with the bass
ass back, here right now
Cook my food, and clean my house
Put my dick, in yo' mouth
Hell naw bitch you ain't goin out
You better realize she's a ho
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
cream, ice cream paint job
Whoa!
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job)
Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
jerseys I'm a throwback mess
I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press
So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash
'Cause every
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
by
She say we look like pimpin
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss
The definition of a boss
Let me put you up on it
B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker
on celebirty uncensored, my rap crew got mays that come in half noons, they come vacuum and clean out my bathrooms, Don hoes love to double team, and bring me
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
talk if they lame, the hoes on it
They want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo
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