Blacc Zacc - Dirty Money** lyrics

How you wanna talk to me? Lil n***a y'aint got no bands You broke, that's what you tellin' me, You cry, you ain't got no celery Hellcat do 200, in the car, ain't no trailin' me Smokin', burnin' rubber, you can't see me but you smellin' me You can't see me but you smellin' me This drippin' comes from overseas I get peace from outer west And send it back right to the east I get high like Wiz Khalifa, Za-Zacc [?] I go to sleep, Versace sheets Then wake up feeling like a king Counterfeit wild looking for a drag queen Welcome to the trap, I'm the fu*king trap king I'm in my relapse, I'm addicted to codeine Glock up in my lap, I'm in the [?] with not things I've been in the breeze serving out the trophies Running up a chick, do you know what that means? Dirty money coming in, but it looks clean I said dirty money coming in, but it looks clean How you wanna talk to me? Lil n***a y'aint got no bands You broke, that's what you tellin' me, You cry, you ain't got no celery Hellcat do 200, in the car, ain't no trailin' me Smokin', burnin' rubber, you can't see me but you smellin' me You can't see me but you smellin' me Smokin' on Jamaica with this bad yellow teen Took her to the room, well you know what that means Running up a check that pairs in my jeans Used to live [?] Alexander's McQueens