Filthy Money lyrics

[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah
Stunna
Uptown sh*t
Yeah
D-Roc

[Chorus: Birdman]
.40 with the range, sniper with the aim
Playin' f*ckin’ games, n*gga bust him in the brains
3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it
Bust 'em if they playin', n*gga, hood rich, we livin’
We simple 'bout the money, n*gga, paper chase, we runnin'
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin'
Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede
We livin’ in designer, and ridin’ on them blades, slime

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Paper chase, we knew it
Money gang, we blew it
Play around, we shoot it
Nothin' with me, won’t do it
Playin' games and we flew it
n*gga know it's one thing
If we come around, we do it (Rich Gang)
Rich Gang, no barkin'
All that fake playin’, you talkin'
We all about this money gang
You f*ck around, we chalkin'
Situation got sticky
pus*y n*gga went hold up
pus*y n*gga got chalked up
Playin' with us and got f*cked up
3rd Ward to my death, Uptown 'til I die
Mrs. Gladys, n*gga, we ride, Uptown, we higher
Pimpin' on this paper, alligator with the suede on it
Big money, we played on it, that's the way we laid on it
[Chorus: Birdman]
.40 with the range, sniper with the aim
Playin' f*ckin' games, n*gga bust him in the brains
3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it
Bust 'em if they playin', n*gga, hood rich, we livin'
We simple 'bout the money, n*gga, paper chase, we runnin'
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin'
Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede
We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
I'm a bad man, Aaron Rodgers
If you play baseball, you a Dodger
I'm a grown man, y'all n*ggas toddlers
I travel 'round the world like the Harlem Trotters
I don't give a f*ck about nothin'
It could be somethin' if a n*gga won't make it out somethin'
Rule number one, no runnin'
Rule number two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin'
I be in the city up in all the Wards
f*ckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge
On Claiborne, right there by the bridge
They say they smell marijuana up in the car
Old school, I should should buy baller walls
See my lil' homie 'nem fallin' off
I don't like to talk, I don't talk at all
If you don't run today, you don't walk tomorrow
From the bottom, I been through it already
Smokin' on gas, 93 unleaded
Trapped independent, where the f*ckin' confetti?
Smelly came with the bag and that b*tch heavy
n*gga, I'm raw and it can't be edited
You a b*tch, you a b*tch too, y'all relatives
Y'all wear Old Spice now, y'all delicate
I don't even f*ck with stupid n*ggas, I'm prejudiced
[Chorus: Birdman]
.40 with the range, sniper with the aim
Playin' f*ckin' games, n*gga bust him in the brains
3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it
Bust 'em if they playin', n*gga, hood rich, we livin'
We simple 'bout the money, n*gga, paper chase, we runnin'
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin'
Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede
We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime

[Outro: Birdman]
Rich Gang