Young Roddy - Dirty Money lyrics

[Hook: Young Roddy] Hood n***a; for the record, I don't give a f**, b**h [Verse 1: Young Roddy] Trill n***a, all I ever feared was the Feds And I don't want no p**y if it don't come with no head That O.G. keep them young boys in a daze They'll shoot you in your head and leave your a** for dead They better stay in they lane, they don't wanna collide with me And free my n***a Lil' D, he cooked them pies for me Shout out to my brother Buck, he'll ride for me Got a hood b**h who'll take the stand, she'll lie for me And they finally 'bout to free my n***a Tubby He been gone for some Summer sh** and I ain't even frontin' And all he ever wanted was a pocket full of money And a b**h who got a fat a** who down to match his hustle Man, this sh** get ugly in the gutter Where k**ers totin' them choppers And them n***as sellin' bundles My homie barely seen his father, he been workin' doubles And chasin' after them b**hes, that's a cold motherf**er And I'm just tryin' stay safe and stay humble While cleanin' this dirty money, they can't knock a n***a hustle I always spoke my mind, I ain't ever wear no muzzle And even that b**h Katrina couldn't wash away my troubles But I'm just tryin' ball like the Rucker Better yet, f** that, I'm tryin' ball like I'm Russell A buck fifty soaking wet, still flexin' my muscle Gettin' paid, my money talkin', that's word to Chris Tucker I buy a whole pound and let it burn like Usher Break down a whole brick, bag it up and straight pump it Let my girl count my money, that's some player sh** for ya I toss a few hundred to my doja, that's my runner Shorty a true rebel, he'll shoot your a** in public For the low price or for free, he don't give a f** 'bout no karma Ain't ever had no job, he ain't ever had no diploma Unless you 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 Black had a plug on them Glocks, boy If you a f** boy, then stay the f** up off my block, boy Clockin', boy; had that traffic comin' non-stop, boy Trappin', boy; even my trap gear was straight fly, boy Free my dog Hamp, ain't seen him in a long time, boy Damn, dog, this street sh** done made me out a man, dog Remember gettin' jumped I held my ground, still ain't ran, dog Damn dog, gunshot's ringin', another man down Pimp sh**, talk a b**h straight up out her pants (p**y n***as don't get no p**y, n***a) Fly sh**, clean n***a, never on that bum sh** She ain't tryin' to f** then get the f** up out my truck, b**h [Hook: Young Roddy] Hood n***a, for the record, I don't give a f**, b**h [Bridge: Young Roddy] Whole hood, we some hot n***as My n***a Milly Mill, we some hot n***as My cousin [?] we some hot n***as My brother [?] we some hot n***as My n***a T Stone, we some hot n***as My n***a Super Stan, we some hot n***as My cousin Lil' Chris, we some hot n***as On some 31st sh**, we some hot n***as Fly sh**, clean n***a, never on that bum sh** She ain't tryin' to f** then get the f** up out my truck, b**h [Hook: Young Roddy] Hood n***a, for the record, I don't give a f**, b**h [Outro: Young Roddy] Whole hood, we some hot n***as