Filthy Money Birdman & Juvenile

[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah
Stunna
Uptown shit
Yeah
D-Roc

[Chorus: Birdman]
.40 with the range, sniper with the aim
Playin' fuckin’ games, nigga bust him in the brains
3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it
Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin’
We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin'
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin'
Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede
We livin’ in designer, and ridin’ on them blades, slime

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Paper chase, we knew it
Money gang, we blew it
Play around, we shoot it
Nothin' with me, won’t do it
Playin' games and we flew it
Nigga know it's one thing
If we come around, we do it (Rich Gang)
Rich Gang, no barkin'
All that fake playin’, you talkin'
We all about this money gang
You fuck around, we chalkin'
Situation got sticky
Pussy nigga went hold up
Pussy nigga got chalked up
Playin' with us and got fucked up
3rd Ward to my death, Uptown 'til I die
Mrs. Gladys, nigga, we ride, Uptown, we higher
Pimpin' on this paper, alligator with the suede on it
Big money, we played on it, that's the way we laid on it