Young Roddy - Dirty Money (Hot n***a Freestyle) lyrics

(Intro) Look, n***a, for the record, I don't give a f**, b**h (Verse) Thrill n***a, all I eva feared was the FEDs I don't own no p**y if it don't come with the head That OG keep em young boys in a daze They'll shoot ya in yo head, leave yo a** fo dead They betta stay in they lane, no-one can loud with me And free my n***a Lil D, he cooked em pies fo me Shout out to my bruda Buck, he a-ride fo me And got a hood b**h who take the stand, she allowed fo me And they finally bout to free my n***a Tobe He been gone for some summers, sh**, and I ain't even frontin' And all he eva wanted was a pocket full of money And a b**h who got a fat a** who down to meet his saucer Man, the sh** get ugly in the gutter Where k**as totin' them choppas And em n***as sellin' bundles My homie barely seen his father, he been workin' double Chasin' after em b**hes, that's a cold muthaf**a And I'm just tryna stay safe and stay humble Why came in this n***a money they can knock a n***a hustle I always spoke my mind, I ain't neva wore no m**m And even that b**h Katrina couldn't wash away my trouble But I'm just tryna ball like the ? Again, f** that, I'm tryna ball like I'm Russell A buck fifty soakin' flex ill, soakin' my muscle Gettin' payed, my money talkin', that's word to Christ Tucker I buy a whole pound and let it burn like Usher Break down a whole brick, bag it up and straight pump it My girl call my money, that's some plurr sh** fo ya I toss a few hunids to my dojo(?) that's my runner Shawty a true rubble, he will shoot yo a** in public Payed a low price to free him, gave a f** about no karma Ain't neva had no job, he ain't neva had no diploma Unless ya talkin' the block, he made some money on the corner He had the hood on fire, he a hot boy And I ain't nothin' like them rappers who be lyin', boy My n***a Pleg hot a plug on em Glocks, boy You a f** boi, then stay the f** above my block, boi Clockin', boi, had the traffic comin' non-stop, boi Trappin', boi, get in my trap, get with straight fly, boi Free my dawg Hempa, ain't seen him in a long time, boi Damn, dawg, the street sh** that made me a man, dawg Remember getting jumped, I held my ground Still ain't ran, dawg, damn, dawg Gunshots ringin' another man down Pimp sh**, talk a b**h straight out of her pants round (Plus, the n***as ain't get no p**y, n***a) Fly sh**, plane, n***a, neva on that bum sh** She ain't tryna f**, then get the f** up out my trunk, b**h Hood n***a, for the record, I don't give a f**, b**h Whole hood, we sum' hot n***as My n***a Milly mail, we sum' hot n***as My cuz Mack Moll, we sum' hot n***as My brotha Snitch Gula, we sum' hot n***as My n***a T-Stone, we sum' hot n***as My n***a Supa Stan, we sum' hot n***as My cuz Lil Chris, we sum' hot n***as On that 34 sh**, we sum' hot n***as Fly sh**, plane, n***a, neva on that bum sh** She ain't tryna f**, then get the f** up out my trunk, b**h Hood n***a, for the record, I don't give a f**, b**h Whole hood, we sum' hot n***as