Blacc Zacc - Dirty Money

How you wanna talk to me? Lil n***a y'aint got no bands
You broke, that's what you tellin' me,
You cry, you ain't got no celery
Hellcat do 200, in the car, ain't no trailin' me
Smokin', burnin' rubber, you can't see me but you smellin' me
You can't see me but you smellin' me
This drippin' comes from overseas
I get peace from outer west
And send it back right to the east
I get high like Wiz Khalifa, Za-Zacc [?]
I go to sleep, Versace sheets
Then wake up feeling like a king
Counterfeit wild looking for a drag queen
Welcome to the trap, I'm the fucking trap king
I'm in my relapse, I'm addicted to codeine
Glock up in my lap, I'm in the [?] with not things
I've been in the breeze serving out the trophies
Running up a chick, do you know what that means?
Dirty money coming in, but it looks clean
I said dirty money coming in, but it looks clean
How you wanna talk to me? Lil n***a y'aint got no bands
You broke, that's what you tellin' me,
You cry, you ain't got no celery
Hellcat do 200, in the car, ain't no trailin' me
Smokin', burnin' rubber, you can't see me but you smellin' me
You can't see me but you smellin' me
Smokin' on Jamaica with this bad yellow teen
Took her to the room, well you know what that means
Running up a check that pairs in my jeans
Used to live [?] Alexander's McQueens

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