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Dirty Money by Skoota Gang Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro: Lil Disorder, NLE Fappa]
(Y-Y-Yo Lil G, What's That Smell?)
I Think It Works...
Yeah, Aye, Aye
[Verse One: Icy Berg]
I be getting all them records yet I still get ignored
Getting these awards man my name up on billboard
I work for what I earn yeah I get it throwing papers
Big racks yeah I spent it all on some acres
Leave you folded I’m the undertaker
I got ice in my veins when I take a shot it rains
Don’t sleep on me I’m bout to come in like a hurricane
I get my gains eating grains and romaine
Too many gains that all I see are veins
Too many gangs, all I hеar is bang bang bang bang
But here we got game yeah we not the same
Come on mane I know you want this chain
Watch out we is the Skoota Gang
You better hold your hoe yeah she bout to go bro
Too late now she gagging on my big toe
Call the fire station man there's too much heat
I don’t want u lying flat up on the concrete
I live up on the coast yeah you know it's a king post
I’m not tryna boast but its gold like my french toast
Get in the whip lets dip with this drip
We outta there unhurt yeah we flyin in a airship
Don’t get in our way you’ll get thrown like a bone
At least you’ll receive a participation loan
Skinny toes
[Verse Two: Skinny Toes]
Look fresh like Mr. Clean yeah my pockets all green
My bitch she hella bad with her booty and the scene
My wrists looking chilly diamonds on me looking silly
Hop in the Bugatti while she looking hella thotty
Ice on your wrists but you’re never on the list
Mess with me your gonna get these fists
Shoot your shot but look who missed
Pass the ball got an assist
I'm taking your hoe and we didn't think twice
Diamonds on my neck and we didn't roll the dice
Kicking you out adds a little more spice

[Verse Three: Lil Tiny]
Stay With the clique and you know we pulling chicks
Keep talking shit and we put you on the crucifix
Counting bricks and we making hella money
Boy you think you funny this Glock gon keep you running
And we, run this town, you know there in't no stopping us
Came up on this beat you know I had to chop it up
Drippin water all up on me like an aqueduct
If you gon keep acting up I’ll stomp on yo esophagus
Flip the game on its head bitch i innovate
Put a rapper in my face and I devastate
Drop a track and the whole word goes cray
All these haters they got nothing to say
Cause I went off
All the others fell off
Acting hella hard but everyone know you soft
Boy its the truth
Ain't nothing you can do
Looking like an animal might put you in the zoo
[Verse Four: Lil GarbageFire]
Get one for the low
He a kitty cat, he don't want the smoke
Run up on me man i punch you in the throat
You ain’t hear my beats but you know I am the goat
Drop some of my bank account on my mink coat
Stick in my lap, you know i got them drums
My stummy hurt goddamn, bro I need a tums
He tried to pull up on me, guess he a dum-dum
Let this stick hit, it sound like rum-tum-tum-tum

[Verse Five: Lil Disorder]
Yo look I got this ice and it all on my wrist
Girls wanna hit but you know I never switch
Diamonds on my neck and they cold like a fridge
Me plus the gang and we coming like a pitch
Leave him in a ditch if he think about snitch
Exes mad cause they know I’m gettin rich
Yo yeah let’s slow it down a little
Always help the gang just drop the signal
Chain on my neck yeah it’s yellow metal
Yeah we burn this track and it sizzle
Launch into the air yeah jumping like a missile
Keep it poppin, no I’m never stoppin
Yeah I’m blockin all these haters, clockin on these traitors
Stay growin like I’m an elevator
See ya down below then and I see u in the dirt
Lookin up her skirt she callin me a pervert
Get the alert, know that we flirt, track that we burnt
Yeah my Punch more painful than any little live birth
Stacking this cash, money we ran, gone in a flash
Say we at the bottom but we getting paid today
Look at my hand, got drums like a band, got all these fans
Dog with a blog, rocks on my watch, go for a walk
Watch yourself around me cause I hunt like a hawk
See me up above yeah I’m flyin with my flock
Skoota gang at yo house pickin locks
Only mad, cause they can't talk the talk
[Verse Six: NLE Fappa]
Droppin them bombs cuz u know i can
Blowin shit up like the taliban
Skoota for life so you know i ran
Not switchin up cuz i ain't no trans
Going for top yeah going for summit
Hand in her booty like she is a muppet
Goin in deep, yeah you know Ima fuck it
Curry from the 3, yeah you know that's a bucket
Ya boy been ballin like he’s a clipper
Chopping pussy up call me Jack The Ripper
Hit it so hard she’ll call me a killer
Give her sack so call me Von MiIler Turn up the bass, lemme get a taste
Have her on her knees then nut on her face
Finish it up, ain't going round two
Bitch is all on me actin a shrew
A nigga be evil don't call me The Pooh
Niggas be mad cuz they know that i blew
Gettin this money, whip out in the coupe
They just jealous so you know they gon sue

[Verse Seven: Lil GarbageFire]
I'm not cappin
I won't ever change, you know I'm always packing
All this money I’ve been stacking
Yea ive never been caught lacking
Better keep that streak
This dirty money man it reeks
Big mammacitas man they stink
Rap game right now at its peak
Pull up at his door
He open up, said what for
Lay him down quick, yea he just got the smoke
Homeboy said it risky next time let me know
I said for sure
Pull up with the gang next time
Light it up like a firework show

[Verse Eight: Skinny Toes]
You said you got a girl but she smell like fish fillet
Drop a couple bombs I'm going hard like D-Day
Know I’m dropping beats harder than Dr. Dre
I ain’t no killa nah I ain’t no Tay K
Walked in on 2 girls now we havin a threeway
Shoot em down goin 50 all up the free way
Cook it up now that shit gourmet
Beat it up then cream on her face
Clean it up then eat on her cake
You're a goose
You're too loose
You just move
You're kinda ugly
You're really ugly
You're just bad
Snagging all these honeys man these homies think its funny
Glock in your mouth man you're looking like a bunny
Diamonds on my neck so you know I'm looking sunny
Making millis no i ain't shopping at Tillys
Packing heat and also packing schmeat
Skoota gang will pull up to your street
Skoota gang will pull up with a seat