yeah, yeah) Sexy lady, drive me crazy (then I heard another man, yeah) Drive me wild (And I just can't believe this shit) I ran downstairs, looked in the closet, lookin' for
move in A room full of roaches Ya, yeah, this is Dirty Money Yeah, this is Dirty Money Babe, I wanna wake up in the mornin' to your face And for the one you love
Trust? Who Can You Love? When Love Kills Like Somebody Gave Cupid A Gun It Goes (PLOW) Like You Shooting For Fun And Sometimes The Solution Is Execution For
on dirty public transit and i guarantee the cameraman would still be snappin candids of you and your posse partying drinking watch you get handed with your virgin island tans all lookin
kid lookin' polished No wonder I got a rap sheet way more enough to fill an album Stack keep it full throttle They lookin' for the heat, that's why they
nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to? (When the L.A.P.D. see you ridin' dirty, dirty, dirty
gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real 'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah Don't get in my way Fuckin' with my money 'cause that
step Make no impression with expression but you gotta be focused They don't pick you for the team just because you the dopest Too many niggaz got the game, twisted lookin' for
mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange And talkin' ?bout a motherfuckin' change This is for
mouth wide open Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin' Off the candy paint, drippin' Elbows and vogues slippin' Lookin' for sumthin' to happen And
Lookin' for this bitch to fuck, and if she can't hang She can get the nut, tis a dog bed to the fours And on floors, for enought talkin' cause wit big
what? [C] And where you are! [I] And where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there [I] Where? [Common] Look! I made ya look, ya dirty crook
'm makin' money it's where it's at Whatever it takes, crackerjack In love with my money and that's a fact And we still ridin' dirty pimpin' Pimpin' hoes
to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked, except for
I wanna show all of my haters love, this song's for you If you acted like me, and I was in your shoes I'd probably hate on me, too See when you gettin