White Dirt lyrics

[Skit]
Spray sh*t up real quick, n*gga
You know, TMB, turn money blue
Pimpstead, n*gga, what up
Bah, bah, bah, bah, brra
Hahahahaha, straight up
Yeah, boy, it’s like that
f*ck n*gga, hundred blocks sh*t

[Intro]
Uh, okay
The f*ck, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
The silver Range Sport peel off
A leather floor is what the Milgauss cost
The silk I sport, it ain't store-bought
400 long up under the floorboard
Where I was born was more like World War 4
Don't compare your dog to these cornballs
You n*ggas just follow, we change the business model
My b*tch look like a fitness model in Balenciagas
In Fendi pajamas, we the top n*ggas rhyming
Inside the chamber, these bum ass rappers was eating top ramen
I put a bag on your head, you won't make it past 10
They'll be speaking 'bout you in past tense
Brain fragments in the G-Wagon that splash the jean jacket
Jack your G-pack status, your self-esteem get shattered
Watching Harlem Nights on chartered flights
I gave Cassandra hard pipe, the pus*y farted twice
Necklace and wrist with ice, I got spice
Y'all n*ggas sound aight but I'm nice, f*ck n*ggas
[Chorus]
Money and hoes, b*tch
All I know, money and hoes, b*tch
Money and hoes, b*tch
Money, cars, and clothes, b*tch, uh

[Verse 2]
I'm in rare form, my b*tch got on Claiborne
Balmain, no ball and chain, my space is ordained for fame
You small change, my chains like frosted flakes
I'm the frosting on the cake I orate to make the whores mate
Always in shape, you salty n*ggas holding water weight
I fly away, go way to Norway then walk away like Kaiser Soze
They say the platinum Rollie grey, mix Patron today with OJ
Okay, okay, the tre-eighty's to throw away
Lotus Evora in Bora Bora, both feet in the water
I might go even sport a diadora
To be woke is three and a quarter
Satin sheets, balls deep in your daughter
My aura more like Rich Porter, your sh*t is awkward
Christian Dior should get the b*tches talking
Offerings, it's a dog eat dog world, pimp, uh
The house come with the satellite and tall fence
Who else since Prince could fit my trench?
Y'all n*ggas corn chips
[Chorus]
Money and hoes, b*tch
All I know, money and hoes, b*tch
Money and hoes, b*tch
Money, cars, and clothes, b*tch, uh

[Outro]
Sound nice, uh, okay, uh
The f*ck, uh, uh, uh
Pimps and hoes
Bah, bah