Dirty Money - Blacc Zacc

Uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

I been in the trap, baby (Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)

Yeah, I been in the trap, baby, woah (Ah nah, you ain’t made that motherfucker)

I been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends

Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means?

(Uh)

Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean

I said, «Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean» (Ooh)

How you wanna talk to me?

Lil' nigga, you ain’t got no bands

You broke, that’s what you tellin' me

You cry, you ain’t got no salary

Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain’t no trail in me

Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can’t see me, but you smell in me

You can’t see me, but you smell in me

This drip, it come from overseas

I get Ps from out the West, thn send it right back to the East (Uh)

I get high lik Wiz Khalifa, the zaza, this is not no Keisha

Go to sleep Versace sheets and wake up feelin' like a king (Ooh)

Countin' fetty while lookin' for a trap queen

Welcome to the trap, I’m the fuckin' trap king

I just might relapse, I’m addicted to codeine

Glock up on my lap, I’m the trap with them things

I been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends

Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means?

(Uh)

Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean

I said, «Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean» (Ooh)

How you wanna talk to me?

Lil' nigga, you ain’t got no bands

You broke, that’s what you tellin' me

You cry, you ain’t got no salary

Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain’t no trail in me

Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can’t see me, but you smell in me

Smokin' on Jamaica with this bad yellow thing

Took her to room, where you know what that means (Uh)

Runnin' up a check, dot pass in my jeans

Used to wear Levi’s, now it’s Alexander McQueens (Ooh)

Real trap nigga makin' plays with a mask on (Oh)

And this mean racks all over me

Corona, it ain’t stoppin' me (Uh)

Burnin', smokin' za in the car, fuck a felony

Trappin', countin' money at the table, smokin' broccoli

I been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends

Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means?

(Uh)

Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean

I said, «Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean» (Ooh)

How you wanna talk to me?

Lil' nigga, you ain’t got no bands

You broke, that’s what you tellin' me

You cry, you ain’t got no salary

Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain’t no trail in me (Oh)

Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can’t see me, but you smell in me (Oh)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Ooh

Ooh