Dirty Money (feat. Lil Baby) - DatBoiSkeet & Lil Baby

ISM on the beat, I had to bless it like buddha Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched I'm not your kitty, how that sound? Get your paws off my draws What? You tryna eat me out? I don't want no dog, I'm allergic Take you to the park, have your fun, mama splurgin' If I train you, you're mine Sit, stay, come, on time Roll over, I'm your chew toy From the back like that, good boy Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Rest in peace to Nate Dogg, I'm out the cage, dog I'm 'bout to take off, I'm 'bout to face off And knock the brace off, another ho dog I'm feelin' like, oh dog, what's brackin', lil' dog? I'm cappin' the dog, dreadlocks swingin', Shaggy lil' dog I take her out, dog, from a house, dog All the way to a mansion, lil' dog Mula, I'm the master to these dog hoes (Yeah) Two in a row, that's my dog show (Yeah) Threw some cash in the dog bowl (Yeah) She a dog, she on all fours (Yeah) But I can put her on a catwalk (Ooh) But she gotta watch her waistline (Uh) Kash Doll with a K, huh? (Ooh) I'm nine inches, call me K9 (Yeah) Teach a old dog new tricks (Yeah) And the big dog ruthless (Yeah) I got a big ass dog house, I could let all my dogs move in (Straight) I'm in heat at all times, I stick my tree in her warm mouth Hit her with the puppy dog eyes, I'm comin', who let the dogs out? Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Look Call him Clifford, he ain't crippin' Big red dog on set, he trippin' Might as well go find a bitch that's gon' let you move right on in I ain't fuckin' with no niggas that's gon' fuck me for two minutes Then pass out like he been runnin' all winter, sprinter (Uh) My pussy go purr It don't got no fur, I'm F I'll be runnin' this shit My pussy on stream He get on his knees, he lickin' and slurpin' this shit I am a queen, you gon' bow down You look at this ass, it feel like a cloud, all dogs go to Heaven But I'll send you down if you don't fuckin' ice me out Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Rrrr, good boy One time I'ma treat you right Good boy

(Cook that shit up, Quay) I had to spread my wings, jump out my nest Ran out of Act', so I'm pourin' up red I took the harder way like I'm Derez Shout out the doctor keep givin' these meds I got the streets in a lock like some dreads Ride on the back of that bitch like some pegs Runnin' this shit, they should cut off my legs Had to play a little smarter, I'm using my head Dropped out of school, took the street way instead I'm a lil' dope boy, I want me some bread I'ma shoot at your body, won't aim for your neck I just cashed out on a flooded Patek It ain't a big one, but dammit, it's big enough I just came home from the can, I'ma live it up I rep the gang, when you see me, I'ma throw it up I just spent 300 racks on a Bentley truck Screamin' out, "Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang!" I do this shit for the gang I didn't get in this for fame Nigga ain't takin' my chain I'ma stand firm with my name They say you get money, you change I got the money and stayed the same I'm tryna stay in my lane Gotta maintain, can't go back broke Gotta stand tall, won't bend or fold Drop top 'Vette, tryna keep it in a Rolls Ain't signin' no deal, ain't sellin' my soul Gotta run it up fast, my mama gettin' old I'm a million dollar nigga, gotta reach my goal Got the hood on my back, still throwin' up fours They say the Act' gettin' low, I'm still pourin' up fours I pour the six if it cost me I like to fuck on your ho on the balcony I got the cheese and I got me some broccoli All color money, this shit like monopoly Can't get this drip, ain't no need for you watchin' me I ran my racks up, and I moved out of poverty I'm keepin' designer all over my body I got some Buscemi, I got new Givenchy Damn, I thought I'd never see the day I'm so glad I made it through the rain They don't wanna see a nigga straight They don't wanna see young Gunna paid Take a long time, I had to wait Want this penthouse, a lot of space A lot of hundreds comin' our way Bust it down, split it with the gang Screamin' out, "Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang!" I do this shit for the gang I didn't get in this for fame Nigga ain't takin' my chain I'ma stand firm with my name They say you get money, you change I got the money and stayed the same I'm tryna stay in my lane I used to sleep on the floor for a mattress Getting evicted, that shit was embarrassing My mama didn't have it, we made us a palettes I had to share with the roaches and rats Keep gettin' money these voices keep telling me I went to prison, it made me a better me I can't get no job, I got too many felonies I been on probation since I was like 17 I done got me some stripes in the hood like a referee I used to walk into school with that fire on me I'm gettin' money, ain't really got time to beef I don't know why these lil' bitches be lyin' on me I'm the jungle for real where them lions be I'm goin' apeshit, they callin' me Willie B These niggas be sayin' they gon' rob me, but we'll see I'm gon' make every nigga with 'em fear me Screamin' out, "Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang!" I do this shit for the gang I didn't get in this for fame Nigga ain't takin' my chain I'ma stand firm with my name They say you get money, you change I got the money and stayed the same I'm tryna stay in my lane Run it all up and stay the same, yeah I'ma run it all up and stay the same Run it all up and stay the same, yeah I'ma run it all up and stay the same I will not change for shit, I got my name from this I will not change for shit, I got my name from this I will not change for shit, I got my name from this I will not change for shit, I got my name from this Run it all up and stay the same, yeah I'ma run it all up and stay the same

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

Cook that shit up, Quay Baby, huh Christian Dior on my shoes They cost a band, I prolly won't wear again Lil Mizzy just came on the news I'm thinking, damn, he back in trouble again Made me a mil' 'cause I can I know who I am, and I give thanks to the man The tiger just jumped out the can That's my lil' man, right back getting action again That young nigga shit, we still on it My dawg going through it, I feel for him She told me she love me, I fell for it Got real niggas sitting in jail for it Buy the pack, I'ma put it in the mail for it On the hunt for the money, I smell for it I went big dawg on them, this Tom Ford That lil' boy shit I ain't going for it Getting money every day I wake up Don't ask me, "Did me and lil' shawty break up?" Them M's coming in, let 'em stack up Don't ride my wave, dawg, back up I ain't never had shit, I gotta act up Don't come too close, my dawgs wan' buck I don't need no help, I don't ask for much If I ever go broke, we masking up Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck I parked the Bentley inside the garage I don't know how much hate I can dodge I can get you knocked off with a nod 4 Pockets Full, everyone got a knot I say this shit from the heart I knew you weren't real, you weren't there from the start Anything good in my way came from God Go get on stage and I get an applause Damn Young Gunna done growed up Bent the Bentley coupe, they know it's us My bro took a loss and I picked him up We stick together, they ain't rich as us I wanna sit down, she ain't lit enough Every time I count cash, swear I get a rush My money long as the yellow bus It ain't no secret, I'm livin' plush Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up (Cook that shit up, Quay!) Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)

Ridin round on e, pants up to my knees I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean Bad bitches follow me, my niggas a part of me My bitch a hot commodity, I know my grandmom proud of me I moved my mom from poverty I hope they don't think 'bout robbin' me I can fly, yeah I believe In the cockpit where the pilot be Don't need no stylist, I style for free My young ho keep on callin' me, my old bitch keep on stalkin' me Ain't gon' let a nigga take my shine from me Should've been rappin', this rhymin' easy Drop my top just to feel the breeze Thugger my brother, yeah eazy breeze I just wanna fuck, don't tease me They got my songs on repeat, yeah yeah I don't want no money exchange I went overseas and got some change I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the perkys I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the perkys I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Brand new Bentley, hit the block swervin' 12 say they know that I be workin' (fuck 12) My PO she say I run the game (but I fuck with her) Every time I see her I throw up the gang, yeah yeah yeah Really ran the block, really keep a Glock, really serve the rock Screamin' fuck the cops, screamin' fuck the opps, million in the vault Oh you a gangster? let's see 'bout it nigga Had them lil niggas to see 'bout you nigga Oh you a gangster? let's shoot out lil nigga Make my lil niggas go 2Pac a nigga Had a million dollars on the low I ain't even let nobody know My role model get them truckloads Bend her over, fuck her, then I'm gone Ain't gon' put your name in a song I'ma put your face on a shirt I'ma put your body in the dirt Nigga you a pussy, where your skirt? I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the perkys I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the perkys I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry