BabyBalmainn - Dirty Money lyrics
[BabyBalmainn - Dirty Money lyrics]
Dirt a turn to gold money balmainn on em
Got codeine my liver ya see
My bitch is as bad as can be
Might take her to Turks on the beach
Girls let's get away for the week
Don't worry I'll pay for your weave
It's a rich nigga status that you living in
We gone stand on what we speak
We ain't gone act off no adrenaline
We got rich nigga vibes
Take my my main hoe to Saks
She get everything she like
I might cop a lamb truck just
To get my baby right
Just to turn the scene up
It's a party on the weekend
Bitches freaking, baddies and they geeking
This a boss party nigga you a weakling
We keep that hot hand in
Rotation like a ceiling fan
Heard you been a fan
Cause hoes we pimping, the broads we getting
The money we flipping is only funding
Up the way that we living
And ion see me in no better position
I had so many talk down on the name
Said I wasn't gone be a great
But they only sending hate cause I'm
Gone be some that they ain't
I'm trying to teach em
Your friends be leeching
Don't give them a reason
To make them think that they
Could ever access your chip
I got a bad to get nigga
Ain't got a bag can't get with ya
My mind been focusing on getting richer
By any means I need that seven figures yeah
Dirty money turn to gold money
We got Royce's lined up
Look like it's homecoming
They know exactly who done got it
Talking bout who run it
Get off yo ass go find a bag
Go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you
Trynna make the news homie
She see the diamonds and designer
Now ya boo want me
I been had flavor since a child
Could make a milf horny she been want me
Claiming that hoe yours I
Guess we sharing homie
Got codeine my liver ya see
My bitch is as bad as can be
Might take her to Turks on the beach
Girls let's get away for the week
Don't worry I'll pay for your weave
It's a rich nigga status that you living in
We gone stand on what we speak
We ain't gone act off no adrenaline
We got rich nigga vibes
Take my my main hoe to Saks
She get everything she like
I might cop a lamb truck just
To get my baby right
Just to turn the scene up
It's a party on the weekend
Bitches freaking, baddies and they geeking
This a boss party nigga you a weakling
We keep that hot hand in
Rotation like a ceiling fan
Heard you been a fan
Cause hoes we pimping, the broads we getting
The money we flipping is only funding
Up the way that we living
And ion see me in no better position
I had so many talk down on the name
Said I wasn't gone be a great
But they only sending hate cause I'm
Gone be some that they ain't
I'm trying to teach em
Your friends be leeching
Don't give them a reason
To make them think that they
Could ever access your chip
I got a bad to get nigga
Ain't got a bag can't get with ya
My mind been focusing on getting richer
By any means I need that seven figures yeah
Dirty money turn to gold money
We got Royce's lined up
Look like it's homecoming
They know exactly who done got it
Talking bout who run it
Get off yo ass go find a bag
Go get some food for me
You bet not check me less you
Trynna make the news homie
She see the diamonds and designer
Now ya boo want me
I been had flavor since a child
Could make a milf horny she been want me
Claiming that hoe yours I
Guess we sharing homie