Filthy Money

[Intro: Birdman]

Yeah

Stunna

Uptown shit

Yeah

D-Roc

[Chorus: Birdman]

.40 with the range, sniper with the aim

Playin' fuckin’ games, nigga bust him in the brains

3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it

Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin’

We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin'

Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin'

Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede

We livin’ in designer, and ridin’ on them blades, slime

[Verse 1: Birdman]

Paper chase, we knew it

Money gang, we blew it

Play around, we shoot it

Nothin' with me, won’t do it

Playin' games and we flew it

Nigga know it's one thing

If we come around, we do it (Rich Gang)

Rich Gang, no barkin'

All that fake playin’, you talkin'

We all about this money gang

You fuck around, we chalkin'

Situation got sticky

Pussy nigga went hold up

Pussy nigga got chalked up

Playin' with us and got fucked up

3rd Ward to my death, Uptown 'til I die

Mrs. Gladys, nigga, we ride, Uptown, we higher

Pimpin' on this paper, alligator with the suede on it

Big money, we played on it, that's the way we laid on it

[Chorus: Birdman]

.40 with the range, sniper with the aim

Playin' fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains

3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it

Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin'

We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin'

Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin'

Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede

We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime

[Verse 2: Juvenile]

I'm a bad man, Aaron Rodgers

If you play baseball, you a Dodger

I'm a grown man, y'all niggas toddlers

I travel 'round the world like the Harlem Trotters

I don't give a fuck about nothin'

It could be somethin' if a nigga won't make it out somethin'

Rule number one, no runnin'

Rule number two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin'

I be in the city up in all the Wards

Fuckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge

On Claiborne, right there by the bridge

They say they smell marijuana up in the car

Old school, I should should buy baller walls

See my lil' homie 'nem fallin' off

I don't like to talk, I don't talk at all

If you don't run today, you don't walk tomorrow

From the bottom, I been through it already

Smokin' on gas, 93 unleaded

Trapped independent, where the fuckin' confetti?

Smelly came with the bag and that bitch heavy

Nigga, I'm raw and it can't be edited

You a bitch, you a bitch too, y'all relatives

Y'all wear Old Spice now, y'all delicate

I don't even fuck with stupid niggas, I'm prejudiced

[Chorus: Birdman]

.40 with the range, sniper with the aim

Playin' fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains

3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it

Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin'

We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin'

Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin'

Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede

We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime

[Outro: Birdman]

Rich Gang