Dirty Money - Tory Lanez

Money on my mind
All the time, all the time
Slangin', sellin', n_ggas tellin'
Catchin' feelings, on the low
Friends switchin', different women
With you every night
Prayin', sinnin', sinnin', prayin'
That the Lord, take my soul
Money on my mind
All the time, all the time
Slangin', sellin', n_ggas tellin'
Catchin' feelings, on the low
Friends switchin', different women
With you every night
Prayin', sinnin', sinnin', prayin'
That the Lord, take my soul

F_ck with me
The wolves come out at night n_gga

Dirty money, all I know is dirty money
Millionaire, 30 hundred, dirty money
Got my brother, buddy down in murder somethin'
Jay my brother, brought him down the way

He studyin', I don't know where he came from
He studyin', I don't know where his name from
New extended .30 and his hand gun
It's such a [?] we gon' change where we came from
I can't let no f_ck n_ggas round me
I can't let no f_ck n_ggas round me
My lil n_ggas got a problem, we gon' go to work
I bet he come up in that set, I was smokin' purp'
He steady plottin' through a body, told me hold his work
He nearly fell off 'bout the week, had to hold his shirt
I can't let no f_ck n_ggas round me
Got this 30 in my cup, n_gga 'bout it, yeah
Put this on my mama, I won't die no f_ck n_gga
When you start the commas, that's when they want f_ck with you
Way you starvin', who gon' come pay that re-up with you
N_ggas left you out for dead and never starve with you
You have to feed the family, that's first
Bet no p_ssy n_ggas understated, that's the thirst
Rich, switch, 20 bands for a verse
Rich, switch, 20 bands for a course
I can't let no f_ck n_ggas round me
Bet he body like he's yours, n_ggas round me, yeah
[?] steady drippin' off my wrist
Slip in Versace, down mix it with the kitchen
I love my conscience, yeah I'm f_ckin' with them chickens
A lot of bread and weed, and f_cked off these b_tches
I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong, I know I'm selfish
I see that Fendi, see Chanel, I can't help it
Got all this [?] I'm just tryna dodge the devil
We shout Diego in the game, speedin' double
You heard my Harlem n_ggas emigrated [?]
He down to let the b_tches fly, no Furtado
He down to let them b_tches see, no Bravo
He gon' let them b_tches

I had to lick off the poor
Shawty, she got all the dope like I roll with it
We run the city and I get the money
From all of these b_tches I roll with
Hop in the Phantom, I hop in the Phantom
I hop in that b_tch, I'm like woah woah
Don't tell me you at it, don't tell me you at it
Don't tell me you back at that b_tch hey, yeah
I can't let no f_ck n_ggas round me
I can't let no f_ck n_ggas round me
Fly with me

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