Clipse - Dirty Money Lyrics

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[Pusha T]

Yo wattup ma'

I got a pocket full of stinky's lets go spend these right quick

[Girl]

Whats that?

[Hook - Pusha T]

All my fly bitches like (dirty money dirty money)

All my stripper bitches like (dirty money dirty money)

All my college hoes like (dirty money dirty money)

Dont it spend so right? (dirty money dirty money)

Now lets go shopping lets go chill

Lets go buy them new louboutin heels

Ass of La Perla ears full of pearls

Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

[Verse 1- Pusha T]

Give a little - take a little ma check the dealy

Most niggas is will-not's you're dealing with a willy

3-D faces on them criffs new billi's

Got benji lookin all googley-eyed and silly

The glitter chill got ya mind seein milli-mill's

I'm 7 figga the bigger you thought the little real

See I don't blame ya cashmere's what you feel

Picturing the fortune you just tryna spin the wheel

Brain like Teri face like Eva

I ain't forgettin them other Housewive's neither

Two-seaters back in the trunk 2 feevas

We stayin up till 2 a.m.to watch cheaters

As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass

I don't mind keepin you up on them must-have's

Pito pumps Gucci slouch bags

Now tell me is that dirty money really that bad?

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[Hook]

[Verse 2- Malice]

We could trick tuiton you could be the vixen

You could front for ya girlfriend's I ain't trippin'

You done got you a rapper I see ya vision

And one of the best too thats ambition

You could tell me bout ya day I pretend I listen

And you ain't gotta love me just be convincin'

I don't ask much some ashes on the cuff

And that silver bullet automatic or the clutch

Nah mama hush you ain't even gotta speak

Jus put it on ya charge check makes ya feet

Compliment of me take the bitter with the sweet

And we can get this money like its falling outta tree

Come spend a dolla yea bathe in it walla

17-5 for the low tell 'em "Holla"

Love you in Escada Jimmy Choo Prada

Snow White ya life hows that for starters?

[Hook]

[Verse 3- Pusha T]

To my fly ghetto bitches with their hair-shop-talk

Braggin to there hair-dresser bout that shit he bought

To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk

Who ain't tryna hear nuttin if you don't ride Porsche

To my get-money niggas gettin paper fa' sho

Trickin Grand's up in Loui' for the love of the sport

I tell ya get money money take money money uh

Dope money money is great money money what?

[Verse 4- Malice]

Before I'mma bicker with ya ma I'mma switch ya

I fly 'em in quick I fly 'em out even quicker

By no means am I in love with a stripper

You understand that then you fit in the glass slipper

Travelin Broads sittin' in G-4's

Change in the weather when it rains it pours

And the crib is ajoined with French doors

You rock with ya boy then anything is yours

[Hook]

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