Dirty Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Webbo & Kasher Quon]
Dirty money gotta wash this sh*t
Yo b*tch dirty better wash that b*tch
Coming up on the 6 all I had was a pot and a split
200 hours in my pocket tryna scrape up a brick

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
Five thousand in my pocket all dirty money
Run a 23 wit me , you f*ckin dummy
200 in a zip that ain’t no f*ckin money
A young n*gga but these grown hoes wanna f*ck me
n*ggas say they on my head but nobody touch me
It ain’t my fault that yo main b*tch wanna f*ck me
I just scam but my n*ggas be servin junkies
Bro locked right now , for servin hunkies
3 grams in a wood smokin' red monkey
You talk bands but ain’t even got dread money
Yo b*tch called and she asked for some gas money
But she ain’t even gotta car I gave her cab money

[Verse 3: Big Webbo]
Might just put the bag in Quon and just stop rappin'
I got hustle in my blood I can’t stop trappin'
These n*ggas sleepin' on me tell them n*ggas stop nappin'
Servin’ junkies on the block my young n*ggas scammin'
Still got dope on my scale back from ‘06
She a hoe, you happy you with my old b*tch?
Fresh off the road , I just flipped a thousand kit
Bout to hit the titty bar so I can buy a b*tch
[Verse 4: Kasher Quon]
n*ggas always get caught they don’t know sh*t
You say you solid hit the room then go snitch
You ain’t ready for that life you a whole b*tch
Just because you got a mag don’t mean you blowin' sh*t
Me and Web in the strip and we throwin' sh*t
You runnin’ off on the plug cause you owe him sh*t

[Verse 5: Big Webbo]
Driving fast zip the line in the foreign sh*t
Just left Golden Sun so you know I’m lit
Just left a n*gga baby momma I hit her
Ma put me on child support because she bitter
You say you need 1000 blues I’m ‘bout to send them
Come back with some longer sh*t then [?]

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon & Big Webbo]
Come back with some longer sh*t than 6 Mile
Lil Dae hit my line and said he touched down
I ain’t wanna f*ck yo b*tch because she bust down
Next time you see me ima have a bussdown
New watch came plain but it cost a bussdown
Used to hit West Vee I took the Greyhound
Run up in yo spot it’s time to lay down
Whole 100 racks I ain’t come to play ‘round
Used to run spots with ye and kush pounds
Hit up empire tell Gazzy cut the check now
Still scammin’ hams I be using techs now
Lil b*tch wanna f*ck me I told her to text now
Sellin' all these grams round this b*tch like it’s legal
My n*ggas still play with them birds like the eagles
And I’m known for stackin' all my chips like it’s Pringle’s
If I don’t tote the .40 ima take the Desert Eagle