Dirty b*tch’n lyrics

[Intro: A.M.P Fetti]
Aye, damn
Aye

[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these n*ggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these b*tches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these n*ggas
Got my eyes on these b*tches
Everyday we dirty b*tch'n, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Rich Fetti]
I started with them stones, then I got a zone
Years later I got a million dollar phone
All these racks on me, b*tches, they won't leave me 'lone
I'm in the booth getting head while I'm dropping songs
Aye, I got all these women with me
So you know I'm dirty b*tch'n
All this liquor in my kidney, aye
This C-class got me sticking
Plus a n*gga popped a percy and they got me in my feelings
Rich, bought a pedrone now they got me in the zone
Lil momma said she from Georgia, so she gave me Georgia dome
My old lady left me 'cause she said I do it wrong
I'm steady dirty b*tch'n, all these women in my home peasy
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these n*ggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these b*tches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these n*ggas
Got my eyes on these b*tches
Everyday we dirty b*tch'n, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
I just gave a hundred to my 'fam (Oh-oh-oh)
G1 choppin' all them grams (Get this molly rock)
And you know I'm boolin' with Lil Ram (Ayy, keep a Glock)
We were locked up in the gram (Oh God)
Shawty eat the di*k just like some ham (Like some ham)
I don't eat meat, b*tch I'm a pescatarian (No cap)
Pull up with that Glock, n*gga, you a vegetarian
n*ggas are really experienced, they run into the police (We with it)
Hustlin', grindin', n*gga you know (Oh)
All these freaky ass hoes 'wan go ('Wan go)
That b*tch look like she got a deep throat (Deep throat)
And I got deep pockets, so what's up with this dough (Damn)

[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these n*ggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these b*tches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these n*ggas
Got my eyes on these b*tches
Everyday we dirty b*tch'n, yeah yeah
[Verse 3: A.M.P Fetti]
I might pull up in the wraith
Getting money, now we moving state to state
Got my momma a new house with a gate
Got it all on the block selling weight
Yeah, everyday I'm tryna get it
Dirty b*tch'n on the vixens
Wanna pop her a pilly, yeah yeah
Tryna stack up a milli' on the road to these riches
Gotta keep the tunnel vision
100k in jewels got a n*gga looking blingy
My finger on the triggy
Miss me with that slick sh*t
I'm straight from the trenches
I'm headed to the heels
Man I swear we did it all without a deal, yeah

[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these n*ggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these b*tches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these n*ggas
Got my eyes on these b*tches
Everyday we dirty b*tch'n, yeah yeah