Dirty Money

[Hook: Young Roddy] Hood nigga; for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch [Verse 1: Young Roddy] Trill nigga, all I ever feared was the Feds And I don't want no pussy if it don't come with no head That O.G. keep them young boys in a daze They'll shoot you in your head and leave your ass for dead They better stay in they lane, they don't wanna collide with me And free my nigga Lil' D, he cooked them pies for me Shout out to my brother Buck, he'll ride for me Got a hood bitch who'll take the stand, she'll lie for me And they finally 'bout to free my nigga Tubby He been gone for some Summer shit and I ain't even frontin' And all he ever wanted was a pocket full of money And a bitch who got a fat ass who down to match his hustle Man, this shit get ugly in the gutter Where killers totin' them choppers And them niggas sellin' bundles My homie barely seen his father, he been workin' doubles And chasin' after them bitches, that's a cold motherfucker And I'm just tryin' stay safe and stay humble While cleanin' this dirty money, they can't knock a nigga hustle I always spoke my mind, I ain't ever wear no muzzle And even that bitch Katrina couldn't wash away my troubles But I'm just tryin' ball like the Rucker Better yet, fuck that, I'm tryin' ball like I'm Russell A buck fifty soaking wet, still flexin' my muscle Gettin' paid, my money talkin', that's word to Chris Tucker I buy a whole pound and let it burn like Usher Break down a whole brick, bag it up and straight pump it Let my girl count my money, that's some player shit for ya I toss a few hundred to my doja, that's my runner Shorty a true rebel, he'll shoot your ass in public For the low price or for free, he don't give a fuck 'bout no karma Ain't ever had no job, he ain't ever had no diploma Unless you talkin' the block, he made some money on the corner He had the hood on fire, he a hot boy And I ain't nothin' like them rappers who be lyin', boy My nigga Black had a plug on them Glocks, boy If you a fuck boy, then stay the fuck up off my block, boy Clockin', boy; had that traffic comin' non-stop, boy Trappin', boy; even my trap gear was straight fly, boy Free my dog Hamp, ain't seen him in a long time, boy Damn, dog, this street shit done made me out a man, dog Remember gettin' jumped I held my ground, still ain't ran, dog Damn dog, gunshot's ringin', another man down Pimp shit, talk a bitch straight up out her pants (Pussy niggas don't get no pussy, nigga) Fly shit, clean nigga, never on that bum shit She ain't tryin' to fuck then get the fuck up out my truck, bitch [Hook: Young Roddy] Hood nigga, for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch [Bridge: Young Roddy] Whole hood, we some hot niggas My nigga Milly Mill, we some hot niggas My cousin [?] we some hot niggas My brother [?] we some hot niggas My nigga T Stone, we some hot niggas My nigga Super Stan, we some hot niggas My cousin Lil' Chris, we some hot niggas On some 31st shit, we some hot niggas Fly shit, clean nigga, never on that bum shit She ain't tryin' to fuck then get the fuck up out my truck, bitch [Hook: Young Roddy] Hood nigga, for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch [Outro: Young Roddy] Whole hood, we some hot niggas