Fly bitches all up in my videos
Fly bitches all up in the studio
All these tours I′m in, all these clothes I'm in
Ask the rockstars, every car they drove I′m in
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
You can catch me on stage doing the money dance
You can catch me on stage doing the money dance
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Five bands for the shooters, in the street I maneuver
Dealing tires on the plates, my whips be very exclusive
Bitches say I'm a problem because I'm hurting these niggas
I said if you tryna get it, you need to learn from me, nigga
Cashing out on the chain, VVS on my wrist
We still 1 of 1, you ain′t know, them bitches exist
Catch your bitch in my session, she ignoring your textes
She just buying some time while you be buying the dresses
Get that dirty money, I′m having coke dreams
Money dirty cause these fiends can't keep they nose clean
I′m in my own lane, nigga, you's a no-name
It′s ten grand or better every time my phone ring
Fly bitches all up in my videos
Fly bitches all up in the studio
All these tours I'm in, all these clothes I′m in
Ask the rockstars, every car they drove I'm in
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
You can catch me on stage doing the money dance
You can catch me on stage doing the money dance
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Bitch, get out my way, hundred stacks on my charm
Flying spur on my ring, mansion on my arm
And that piece of rock, I pour that, money never fold that
Spending hundreds, dirty money, make it then we throw that
Fifty racks in sissy, fifty racks in perfections
You know I got the team with me, hundred bottles in my section
High on some next shit, talk about that molly
I be riding on some next shit, talk about that Gotti, Montana
Fly bitches all up in my videos
Fly bitches all up in the studio
All these tours I'm in, all these clothes I′m in
Ask the rockstars, every car they drove I′m in
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
You can catch me on stage doing the money dance
You can catch me on stage doing the money dance
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Your girl off in our studio, got it all on video
Had her rolling off them hitters, sipping on that Julio
Brought a couple buddies with her, know we ran through them hoes
Baby mama like girls but she don't want you to know
Coming through the door, she get the scales up out the cabinet
There′s money in the floor and get them shells up out the mattress
Everything out the spot, wipe down the countertop
Work out the toilet bowl, diesel out the flower pots
Getting money round the clock and your jewelry looking suspect
Forty thousand dollar Rollie, I ain't even touched yet
Federales upset cause I got that dirty money
And I got a whole team of hitters that′ll murder for me
Just crashed the old one, got the new one
Digits in my bank, thought I was fly until I flew one
Shitting on these lames, you get them chickens served
Bad bitches get curved like the letter U
Niggas die for money and that power use
Weak minded fuck boy, weak grinding
I ain't with that monkey shit, lame niggas tree climbing
Coke boy, that dirty money clean
Tap the trigger on that drum, sound like a money machine
Fly bitches all up in my videos
Fly bitches all up in the studio
All these tours I′m in, all these clothes I'm in
Ask the rockstars, every car they drove I'm in
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
You can catch me on stage doing the money dance
You can catch me on stage doing the money dance
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty money
Dirty, dirty, dirty money
Writer(s): Carlton Mays Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
