Underground Kingz Dirty Money Lyrics

Dirty Money Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Let Me See It
  • 2 Choppin' Blades
  • 3 Look at Me
  • 4 Ain't That a Bitch
  • 5 Gold Grill
  • 6 PA Nigga
  • 7 Holdin' Na
  • 8 Don't Say Shit
  • 9 Dirty Money
  • 10 Like a Pimp
  • 11 Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion
  • 12 Take It Off
  • 13 Wood Wheel
  • 14 Money, Hoes & Power
  • [Verse 1: Bun B]
    Say, look here man I'm a rapper
    Hold up, let me take that back
    I make rap music, but that don't mean all a nigga do is rap
    But that don't matter I've been labeled, stigmatized, stereotyped
    There's an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal type
    I spit imperial-type game like Digga from the Sqaud
    But they act like they can't separate a real nigga from the fraud
    Rule number one: never send a boy to fuck a grown ass lady
    And respect the game 'cause the game is known to be gone fast baby
    Now It's a long pass maybe you should try diving for it
    Fools act like they striving for it hit Total Request Live and blow it
    Knowing ain't a giving and nothing is
    See all this candy-coated and bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kids
    Enough of this man, let's get this here straight like creases
    It's a never-ending cycle and motion that never ceases
    It's compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus
    It's breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces it's dirty money

    [Chorus x2: Bun B]
    Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
    You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
    Yeah, it's bright outside but not nessicarily sunny
    And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby

    [Verse 2: Pimp C]
    Every drug I sold was for the dirty money
    Most of my niggas is dead because the game is funny
    You could get your life took at the drop of the dime
    But I'mma pimp till the end and keep my money on mind
    Most of my life I've been broke trying to save my bread
    I never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds
    'Cause niggas be talking and giving up game
    About the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke D's
    I marry my pockets, so now I chase my queen
    Keep a thang for the haters with the red beam
    Every since fifteen I've been a big money fiend
    Sippin' cold codeine and pulling up clean
    Popping up at the spot and dropping the top
    And keep a bad yellow ?? with my dick on rock uh!


    [Verse 3: Bun B]
    You can't get no house, no car
    No weed, no bar, no flash, no show
    No class, no flow, no help, no love
    No liquor, no drug, no clique, no crew
    No tracks to flow to, no pager, no phone
    No flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cut
    no wife, no slut, no name,
    Nowhere in the game to get me five
    No nothing without that dirty ass M-O-N-E-Y


    [Verse 4: Pimp C]
    My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should be
    But everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Ki's
    In the late 80's niggas pulling up on D's
    Putting dick up in these hoes and making 'em pay fees
    Learn how to ride dirty 'cause ain't shit for free
    Then all them niggas got popped that's all I needed to see
    For some the dope game cool 'cause that's all that they could be
    I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends [x2]


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