Dirty Money lyrics

[Intro:]
I don't wanna sound mad, though! I don't wanna sound mad!
I feel marvelous right now!
Dirty money!

[Verse:]
Tell that b*tch with the crown to run it like Chris Brown
She won 3 rounds, I'mma need a hundred thou
Like china town, b*tches better bow down
Oh, you ain't know? bet ya'll b*tches know now
f*ck I gotta do to let 'em know that I'm the one?
Way I ride the drum they salute me in the slum
In the 6 hun the color of bubble gum
I'm with my n*gga spits and my n*gga, bun crum (waddup!)
Yes, I'm the one, I'm the motherf*ckin' one (chyeah!)
Hold more weight than the late big pun (oh!)
b*tches talk slick, but they ain't say nun (no!)
Mad cause I'm bad, 2 sticks in my bun (chyeah!)
Yes, sir, look what i've done
They r-run, run when I come
Bum-stickity-bum, let me tell 'em where I'm from
Queens, little mama, gabbana, some nice pumps (chyeah!)