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Paroles de la chanson Dirty Money par Blacc Zacc
Uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
I've been in the trap, baby (Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)
Yeah, I've been in the trap, baby, woah (Ah nah, you ain't made that motherfucker)
I've been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends
Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means? (Uh)
Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean
I said, "Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean" (Ooh)
How you wanna talk to me? Lil' nigga, you ain't got no bands
You broke, that's what you tellin' me
You cry, you ain't got no salary
Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain't no trail in me
Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can't see me, but you smell in me
You can't see me, but you smell in me
This drip, it come from overseas
I gеt Ps from out the West, then sеnd it right back to the East (Uh)
I get high like Wiz Khalifa, the zaza, this is not no Keisha
Go to sleep Versace sheets and wake up feelin' like a king (Ooh)
Countin' fetty while lookin' for a trap queen
Welcome to the trap, I'm the fuckin' trap king
I just might relapse, I'm addicted to codeine
Glock up on my lap, I'm the trap with them things
I've been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends
Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means? (Uh)
Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean
I said, "Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean" (Ooh)
How you wanna talk to me? Lil' nigga, you ain't got no bands
You broke, that's what you tellin' me
You cry, you ain't got no salary
Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain't no trail in me
Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can't see me, but you smell in me

Smokin' on Jamaica with this bad yellow thing
Took her to room, where you know what that means (Uh)
Runnin' up a check, dot pass in my jeans
Used to wear Levi's, now it's Alexander McQueens (Ooh)
Real trap nigga makin' plays with a mask on (Oh)
And this mean racks all over me
Corona, it ain't stoppin' me (Uh)
Burnin', smokin' za in the car, fuck a felony
Trappin', countin' money at the table, smokin' broccoli
I've been in the bricks servin' all the trap fiends
Runnin' up a check, do you know what that means? (Uh)
Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean
I said, "Dirty money comin' in, but it look clean" (Ooh)
How you wanna talk to me? Lil' nigga, you ain't got no bands
You broke, that's what you tellin' me
You cry, you ain't got no salary
Hellcat, do two hundred in the car (Car), ain't no trail in me (Oh)
Smokin', burnin' a rubber, you can't see me, but you smell in me (Oh)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Ooh
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