Too Lippy - Clean Cash Lyrics
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    Clean Cash

    [Intro]
    [?] this shit crazy
    Too Lippy
    Money affi mek, gyally affi tek

    [Verse 1]
    I ain't shotting my brudda
    'Cause I know that the government pray
    That we get locked up
    So like 50 Cent - I cannot fuck with the game
    If you're broke and the system's shut you down
    But [?] go hustle for pay
    I ain't a badman but I represent all the frustrated youths that are stuck in their ways
    'Cause we ain't got nothing to fall on
    And I'm broke as fuck
    The only bag that I've got is my school one
    I just wanna make this money clean
    Uh, so I won't hold no weight
    When I get this cash I'm looking for a yard
    Like a striker with no space
    If you ain't academic
    You'll find out that this lifе's hard bro
    They find out the trap pays more than a job
    So thеy go for the brick, no Marco
    Uh, but that trap can end you
    Rappers that trap, be an MC first
    Then the food come after
    Like the name of some tings on the Maccies menu
    'Cause you can get a nice buss from rapping
    And some mandem ain't cut for trapping
    'Cause they ain't smart enough for the game
    They couldn't pass a drug test, no Justin Gatlin
    So the system they bag us
    We do it all for the glitz and the glamour
    For a neck full of jewellery
    To be dressed in some Louis V
    It's calm 'til the feds take all your food and P's
    Then they ask...
    'Where'd you get that money for that extravagant Benz you're parking?
    I ain't saying no names, I don't draw out criminals
    Do I look like a forensic artist?
    They want my niggas locked down
    They don't want us to get up, uh
    'Cause we're just tryna see green
    But dey won't let us

    [Chorus]
    You lot already know I don't fuck with gangs
    And you know I'm in love with bands
    I want clean cash
    I don't wanna be collecting dirty bags like a dustbin man
    You lot already know I don't fuck with gangs
    And you know I'm in love with bands
    I want clean cash
    I don't wanna be collecting dirty bags like a dustbin man

    [Verse 2]
    [?] we chill on blocks
    Unemployed while they're in a job
    This world's ran by whites that make us feel like we don't belong
    So the only white we deal with is in the pot
    Uh, and their kids say your songs are hard
    The government don't hate drugs 'cause it's peak
    They hate it 'cause the black man profits from it largely
    And that's real
    They won't stop 'til the big G's ain't here
    And there's one thing that we need to make clear
    They don't wanna get a job when they're already seeing bare thous' like they're reading Shakespeare
    And when we make a living off what we're rapping
    For some reason they be mad at us
    They wanna lock us up for what we spit
    No Jamie Carragher, baow

    [Chorus]
    You lot already know I don't fuck with gangs
    And you know I'm in love with bands
    I want clean cash
    I don't wanna be collecting dirty bags like a dustbin man
    You lot already know I don't fuck with gangs
    And you know I'm in love with bands
    I want clean cash
    I don't wanna be collecting dirty bags like a dustbin man

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