Uh-huh, yeah
Monstars, Biddy Biddy Biddy Gang
Uh-huh, Dirty Money, Desert Storm
If you a hustler, homie, with all that crack you sling
I could fall off and bounce back like a mattress spring
The D.A. got me on some gun charges in P.A
When I was slingin' coke down in Roanoke, V.A
Had to sell my Murcielago up on eBay
Got a little nest in Jersey, that's my pit stop
Monstars, eighteen, Ransom and Hitchcock
Got the game on gridlock with the yay in the Ziploc
Twenty-two a gram, stashed in a can of Spam
Revolvers are my favorite guns 'cause they don't jam
I could sell you some AK bullets for half a man
I'm back in this bitch by popular demand
'Til the feds come get me for them credit card scams
But for now, I'm heatin' the strip, a nigga gettin' warm
Dirty Money, Desert Storm, we got the world in our palm
What's hood?
What's hood is these niggas is gettin' money
This shit is funny, they wasn't there when the kid was bummy
It's dark, so you only arrive when the shit is sunny
It's 'bout to get cold in the game, so get a skully
I'm like a little kid in the dirt that's gettin' muddy
A cocky dude, your jaw drop when you got the news
Desert Storm, all of a sudden, you stop coppin' clues
I got a lot to prove, let's get it straight, nigga
You ain't got to go down South to get chopped and screwed
You might freeze if you see my cannon
My whole family carry arms like Eli Manning
Don't be brave, 'cause your kids won't be saved
And I'ma treat them like pitbulls that don't behave
And I spit like I'm ready for world war, serve raw
And I get it crunk like I live in the Third Ward
I don't got a house, dawg, I live on the third floor
Get a deal, spend my whole advance on my first Porsche
Fall back with your wack demeanor, I clap the nina
I don't care if you pack arenas
Who you know raps this meaner? Jack your Beamer
And still pick up dust like the vacuum cleaner
Y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with Hitchcock or Ransom
The anthem, this is our year in the Phantom
Puttin' niggas on, took 'em back to school
The reason the whole hood sayin', "That's my dude"
Match my jewels, yellow and white gold
I'm ice cold, but I'm red hot when the dice roll
Everything I write is my life told
And I blaze haze, so I crush it into Dutches and light those
No dro, just send me the haze
Still gettin' that Dirty Money like Fendi and gray
Empty the gauge, simply behave
I won't stop 'til I'm in a chrome drop or a Bentley with shades, uh
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
Haha
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