Birdman & Juvenile - Filthy Money Lyrics
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    Filthy Money

    [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

    [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 2: Juvenile]
    I'm a bad man, Aaron Rodgers
    If you play baseball, you a Dodger
    I'm a grown man, y'all niggas toddlers
    I travel 'round the world like the Harlem Trotters
    I don't give a fuck about nothin'
    It could be somethin' if a nigga won't make it out somethin'
    Rule number one, no runnin'
    Rule number two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin'
    I be in the city up in all the Wards
    Fuckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge
    On Claiborne, right there by the bridge
    They say they smell marijuana up in the car
    Old school, I should should buy baller walls
    See my lil' homie 'nem fallin' off
    I don't like to talk, I don't talk at all
    If you don't run today, you don't walk tomorrow
    From the bottom, I been through it already
    Smokin' on gas, 93 unleaded
    Trapped independent, where the fuckin' confetti?
    Smelly came with the bag and that bitch heavy
    Nigga, I'm raw and it can't be edited
    You a bitch, you a bitch too, y'all relatives
    Y'all wear Old Spice now, y'all delicate
    I don't even fuck with stupid niggas, I'm prejudiced

    [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

    [Outro: Birdman]
    Rich Gang

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