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Bitch I'm from that dirty dirty
My pcokets getting full
But bitch I'll buss a dirty 30
Still tippin on 4 4's bruh
Bitch you know I'm riding dirty
What the fuck you calling for
If it ain't about no fucking money
Somehow I'm dead wrong
I'm about that mother fucking money
I should be dead
Instead I'm spinning
Looking for you dummies
I'll see you later at my show
Gangsta party jumping
You not invited
Cause you act like you a cop or Something
I don't fuck wit feds
Get the bread
Split the work
Wit my brothas
My girl get anything she want
Cause for me she clutching
If I pull up wit the team
You know the block gon get to bumping
We outside smoking tucking pistols
Really making money
Bitch I'm from that dirty dirty
Hell yea my pockets full
But bitch I'll buss a dirty 30
Still tippin on 4 4's bruh
Bitch you know I'm riding dirty
What the fuck you calling for
If it ain't about no fucking money
Somehow I'm dead wrong
Hey
I can see the hate
Through them fake ass shades
I'm on my way
What can you say
Really to nigga this paid
I don't show up late
I smoke when I pull up to the bank
You can't relate
I put hot sauce
On my chicken
You know me
Bitch I'm from that dirty dirty
Hell yea my pockets full
But bitch I'll buss a dirty 30
Still tippin on 4 4's bruh
Bitch you know I'm riding dirty
What the fuck you calling for
If it ain't about no fucking money
Somehow I'm dead wrong
Bitch I'm from that dirty dirty
Hell yea my pockets full
But bitch I'll buss a dirty 30
Still tippin on 4 4's bruh
Bitch you know I'm riding dirty
What the fuck you calling for
If it ain't about no fucking money
Somehow I'm dead wrong
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