"Dirty Money" lyrics

Just let 'em be
Who want it?
A hundred milligrams of me
Get high and swing my stick just like I'm Tony
I won't stop trying
Stop trying
Stop trying
Stop trying
Can't give up now

Just spread your wings, you better not start flying
Mix Tris and Tuss
Her neck ain't buss
That little bitch not mine
Reach for my neck—
You dummy, I tripled up
Why you got fully on you?
Risk your career

That TRX off too much drugs, come steer the wheel
Gave him some help, they'd rather judge—nobody care
It's hard to hear
Got couple racks in my ear
50 in pinks, this Louis mink came off a deal
Still independent, way too rich to sign a deal
Love ain't for me
Play with my heart, I'm tryna kill
Just leave me alone

Dirty money
Dirty money
Dirty money
I can count up in my sleep
Why you running?
Why you running?
Why you running?
Why you running from the Z?

Way too geeked, I'm somewhere past the moon
Couple shots, now she say she want to go to the room
It's so wet I dive inside, I need my scuba suit
She said, "Daddy, let me ride it in that super coupe"

Go 'head, do as you please
Addicted to her like a Percocet
You won't believe what's in my stash
Don't want to speak on that

They said they ballin'
But they can't even make it to the net
A big ol' boss
These pussy niggas like a teacher's pet

You trying, I see
I talk you through it, let me take the lead
Come take it off, girl, you a masterpiece
She gave my pussy up just to get back at me

Dirty money
Dirty money
Dirty money
I can count up in my sleep
Why you running?
Why you running?
Why you running?
Why you running from the Z?

Dirty money
Dirty money
Dirty money
I can count up in my sleep
Why you running?
Why you running?
Why you running?
Why you running from the Z?