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Dirty Money Lyrics

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[Pusha T]
Yo wattup ma'
I got a pocket full of stinky's lets go spend these right quick

[Girl]
Whats that?

[Hook - Pusha T]
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)

Don't it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Let's go buy them new Louboutin heels
Ass in La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls


[Verse 1- Pusha T]
Give a little - take a little, my check the dealy
Most niggas is will-not's, you're dealing with a willy
3-D faces on them crisp new billies
Got Benji lookin all googley-eyed and silly
The glitter chill got ya mind seein milli-mill's
I'm 7 figure, the bigger, your thoughts are literal
See I don't blame ya, cashmeres that you feels
Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel
Brain like Teri, face like Eva
I ain't forgettin them other Housewive's neither
Two-seaters, back in the trunk, 2 feevas
We stayin up till 2 a.m.to watch Cheaters
As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass
I don't mind keepin you up on them must-have's

Pito pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?

[Hook]

[Verse 2- Malice]
We could trick tuiton, you could be the vixen
You could front for ya girlfriends, I ain't trippin'
You done got you a rapper, I see ya vision
And one of the best too, that's ambition

You could tell me 'bout ya day, I pretend I listen
And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincin'
I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff
And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch
Nah mama hush, you ain't even gotta speak
Jus put it on ya charge, check makes ya feet
Compliments of me, take the bitter with the sweet
And we can get this money like its falling outta tree
Come spend a dollar, yea, bathe in it, walla
17-5 for the low, tell 'em "Holla"
Love you in Escada, Jimmy Choo, Prada
Snow White ya life, hows that for starters?

[Hook]

[Verse 3- Pusha T]
To my fly ghetto bitches with their hair-shop-talk
Braggin to their hair-dresser 'bout that shit he bought

To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk
Who ain't tryna hear nuttin if you don't ride Porsche
To my get-money niggas gettin paper fa' sho
Trickin' grands up in Louis for the love of the sport
I tell ya, get money money, take money money, uh
Dope money money is great money money, what

[Verse 4- Malice]
Before I'mma bicker with ya, ma, I'mma switch ya
I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker
By no means, am I in love with a stripper
You understand that then you fit in the glass slipper
Travelin' broads, sittin' in G-4's
Changin' the weather, when it rains, it pours
And the crib is ajoined with French doors
You rock with ya boy then anything is yours


[Hook]

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