Juvenile Birdman - Filthy Money

Yeah
Stunna
Uptown shit
Yeah
(D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc)

Forty with the range (the range)
Sniper with the aim (the aim)
Playin' fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains (him in the brains)
Third Ward soldier (soldier)
Live it how we get it (how we get it)
Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin' (we livin')
(Rich Gang) We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' (we gunnin')
Filthy 'bout this paper (paper), alligator suede (suede)
We livin' in designer (designer)
And ridin' on them blades (blades), slime (slime slime)

Paper chase, we knew it (we knew it)
Money gang, we blew it (blew it)
Play around, we shoot it (shoot it)
Nothin' with me, won't do it (nothin')
Playin' games and we flew it (flew it)
Nigga know it's one thing if we come around, we do it (Rich Gang) (brap)
Rich Gang, no barkin' (no barkin')
All that fake playin', you talkin' (talkin')
We all about this money gang, you fuck around, we chalkin' (chalkin')
Situation got sticky (sticky)
Pussy nigga went hoe'd up, pussy nigga got chalked up
Playin' with us and got fucked up (fucked up)
Third Ward to my death (my death), Uptown 'til I die ('til I die)
Mrs. Gladys, nigga, we ride (ride)
Uptown, we high
Pimpin' on this paper (this paper)
Alligator with the suede on it, big money, we played on it
That's the way we laid on it

Forty with the range (the range)
Sniper with the aim (the aim)
Playin' fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains (him in the brains)
Third Ward soldier (soldier)
Live it how we get it (how we get it)
Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin' (we livin')
We simple 'bout the money (money), nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' (we gunnin')
Filthy 'bout this paper (paper), alligator suede (suede)
We livin' in designer (designer)
And ridin' on them blades (blades), slime

I'm a bad man, Aaron Rodgers
If you play baseball, you a Dodger
I'm a grown man, y'all niggas toddlers
I travel 'round the world like the Harlem Trotters
I don't give a fuck about nothin', it could be somethin' if a nigga won't make it out somethin'
Rule number one, no runnin'
Rule number two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin'
I be in the city up in all the Wards, fuckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge
On Claiborne, right there by the bridge
They say they smell marijuana up in the car
Old school, I should should buy baller walls
See my lil' homie and them fallin' off
I don't like to talk, I don't talk at all
If you don't run today, you don't walk tomorrow (Rich Gang)
From the bottom, I been through it already
Smokin' on gas, 93 unleaded
Trapped independent, where the fuckin' confetti?
Somethin' came with the bag and that bitch heavy
Nigga, I'm raw and it can't be edited
You a bitch, you a bitch too, y'all relatives
Y'all wear Old Spice now, y'all delicate
I don't even fuck with stupid niggas, I'm prejudiced

Forty with the range (the range)
Sniper with the aim (the aim)
Playin' fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains (him in the brains)
Third Ward soldier (soldier)
Live it how we get it (how we get it)
Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin' (we livin')
We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' (we gunnin')
(Rich Gang) Filthy 'bout this paper (paper), alligator suede (suede)
We livin' in designer (designer)
And ridin' on them blades (blades), slime (slime slime)

Rich Gang (Rich gang, Rich)

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