Dirty Money lyrics

by

Devin The Dude


[Scarface]
Dirty
n*gga, dirty money

[Tanya Herron]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Scarface]
Dirty, fo sho
It's your downfall

[Tanya Herron]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Scarface]
Hopeless again, and the more I stick around the sh*t get more f*cked up
That's why I'm back on Holloway gettin' f*cked up
Thinkin' back on how it used to be when it was all good
We wasn't trippin', this was our hood
I had your motherf*ckin back
And when it was time to go to war, it was like "where these n*ggas at?"
f*ck rackets, we ain't never been the type to hold out
Or, let a motherf*cker show out
No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4
Droppin tops, f*ckin fine hoes
These other n*ggas is finally catching up
Listening to rappers ballin and gettin touched
Wasup? You done forgot about the street rules, splurgin
Is you a motherf*cking fool?
Money ain't a thing to a n*gga out here rappin
But to a n*gga out there cappin?
That's they downfall
[Chorus: Tanya Herron}
Dir-tayyyyy, yeah
Dirty money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty money
Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah
Dirty money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty Money

[Scarface]
Now the whole neighborhood silent
Got the fed-e-rals hangin (Shhhh)
While these young n*ggas steady sangin
I need a motherf*ckin law-uh-yer (Why's that?)
I'm in a state of paranoia
How many n*ggas in the six-by-six
Fin' to get, some time behind some loud mouth b*tch
Fin' to snitch, trapping n*ggas up in they downfalls
Taping motherf*ckers phone calls
Ay, I've been in this sh*t for two deep
From moving ki's, pushing weight was too sweet
An 8-ball will cost you 75 (Dirt cheap)
Back in the game that sh*t was live
And all you had to do to survive was get a whole click
Of n*ggas, down with they business and stack chips
Savin up for hard times
Do the time when you do the crime
You n*ggas tryin to ? your downfall
(Chorus)

(Voice with effects)
Nothing lasts forever but love
Money comes and goes
But for those ?? it surely goes

[Scarface]
You rollin over in the joint, trying to get your time dropped
Puttin n*ggas up forever, cause you did the crime hop
Turned fed, and know they got indictments for real
Runnin in n*ggas houses, n*ggas fighting appeals
Offering 50 years to innocent motherf*ckers
All because of the game, n*ggas run outta hustle
Feds be showin pictures, you got to give 'em somethin
Time make a n*gga forget it and start bumping
And saying sh*t, jeopardizing the whole thang
n*ggas run out of freedom, n*ggas start to sang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah)
Laughing in your face, chuckle and produce
Avoid they conversation, them n*ggas the dudes, fool

[Hook]

[Outro - spoken as Hook repeats]
Thing is, when a motherf*cker is doing dirt
Don't come moving it, ya know what I mean
Ya know, that won't get you no Rolls Royces and sh*t like mine baby
Your money dirty, wash your sh*t
Them motherf*ckers out here, yeah
"dirty money" *scratched to end*
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