Dirty Money Psychopathic Rydas

[Chorus: Sugar Slam]
How you look so fly? (How you look so fly)
Boy, you caught my eye
Boy, you caught my eye (You caught my eye)
How you look so rich? (How you look so rich)
Can I be your bitch? (Can I be your bitch)
Can I be your bitch? (Boy, you caught my eye)

[Verse 1: Bullet]
Dirty money, my money is dirty, like some hooker ass
Filthy infected fifties, never rejected
Pay me, bitch, a little more than what's mine
Bullet holes and bloodstains in the bills, that's fine
I'm involved in some heavy shit, weighin' deep
I shot them bitches up tryin' to follow me in they Jeep
See, it's potholes all over my road to richеs
I hear swervin' in my black truck, avoidin' the ditchеs

[Verse 2: Yung Dirt]
Everything I ever owned, anything I ever had
It's five-grand in my hand, wrapped up in a rubber band
Came from doin' bad things, dirt all on this money
Held up in a liquor store, gotta take it from these dummies
It ain't funny, motherfucker, it's how I make my weight
Strapped with a AK, I spray and go get paid
This ain't no nine-to-five time card, no benefits
Red clay all on my chips, it's the only way I get rich