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blacc zacc - dirty money lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh+uh
uh+uh, uh+uh
i been in the trap, baby (yeah, yeah, neeko, you made that motherf+ckin’ beat?)
yeah, i been in the trap, baby, woah (ah nah, you ain’t made that motherf+cker)

[chorus]
i been in the bricks servin’ all the trap fiends
runnin’ up a check, do you know what that means? (uh)
dirty money comin’ in, but it look clean
i said, “dirty money comin’ in, but it look clean” (ooh)
how you wanna talk to me? lil’ n+gga, you ain’t got no bands
you broke, that’s what you tellin’ me
you cry, you ain’t got no salary
h+llcat, do two hundred in the car (car), ain’t no trail in me
smokin’, burnin’ a rubber, you can’t see me, but you smell in me

[verse]
you can’t see me, but you smell in me
this drip, it come from overseas
i get ps from out the west, thеn send it right back to the east (uh)
i get high likе wiz khalifa, the zaza, this is not no keisha
go to sleep versace sheets and wake up feelin’ like a king (ooh)
countin’ fetty while lookin’ for a trap queen
welcome to the trap, i’m the f+ckin’ trap king
i just might relapse, i’m addicted to codeine
glock up on my lap, i’m the trap with them things
[chorus]
i been in the bricks servin’ all the trap fiends
runnin’ up a check, do you know what that means? (uh)
dirty money comin’ in, but it look clean
i said, “dirty money comin’ in, but it look clean” (ooh)
how you wanna talk to me? lil’ n+gga, you ain’t got no bands
you broke, that’s what you tellin’ me
you cry, you ain’t got no salary
h+llcat, do two hundred in the car (car), ain’t no trail in me
smokin’, burnin’ a rubber, you can’t see me, but you smell in me

[verse 2]
smokin’ on jamaica with this bad yellow thing
took her to room, where you know what that means (uh)
runnin’ up a check, dot pass in my jeans
used to wear levi’s, now it’s alexander mcqueens (ooh)
real trap n+gga makin’ plays with a mask on (oh)
and this mean racks all over me
corona, it ain’t stoppin’ me (uh)
burnin’, smokin’ za in the car, f+ck a felony
trappin’, countin’ money at the table, smokin’ broccoli

[chorus]
i been in the bricks servin’ all the trap fiends
runnin’ up a check, do you know what that means? (uh)
dirty money comin’ in, but it look clean
i said, “dirty money comin’ in, but it look clean” (ooh)
how you wanna talk to me? lil’ n+gga, you ain’t got no bands
you broke, that’s what you tellin’ me
you cry, you ain’t got no salary
h+llcat, do two hundred in the car (car), ain’t no trail in me (oh)
smokin’, burnin’ a rubber, you can’t see me, but you smell in me (oh)
[outro]
uh+uh, uh+uh, uh+uh
uh, uh+uh, uh+uh, uh+uh
ooh
ooh

- blacc zacc lyrics

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