D-Boy Smoke - Dirty Money Lyrics

Dirty Money
Talking birdie money
Got this 30 on me
Don't get murdered homie, cuz gettin boxed in ain't no option nigga
See lately I been thinkin bout these pussy niggaz hatin me
Try to play it real but I always see the fake in em
They steady see me eating now they tryna get a plate from me
The only thing they getting is a bullet from a K from me
Pinned me to a murder charge, they tried to put a case on me
Detectives shoulda had they case together before they came to me
But if I woulda sat down, baby mama wouldn't wait for me
And none you niggaz gonna make sho my kids str8 but me
So muthaf*ck all my old friends
Led em to the money, they expecting you to hold hands
But I can't call a soul if I ever need to hold bands
And I ain't got my hand out neither nigga I'm a grown man
My own man, SQUAD GOD, I need my own land
Remember takin $60 turned that to a whole band
Went and took that whole band, flipped that to a whole bag
Safe to say that Ima get this money as an old man
Dirty Money, businesses we need to wash it
Talking birdie money, Betta clock it if u coppin
Got this 30 on me, Ima pop it if u plottin
Don't get murdered homie, cuz gettin boxed in ain't no option nigga