Texty:
Dirty Money Shades

Girl, if you want (I'll do anything for you) I'll do anything for you (I'll even take off my shades) I'll even take off my shades And stare right at

want (I'll do anything for you) I'll do anything for you (I'll even take off my shades) I'll even take off my shades And stare right at the sun from

you want (I?ll do anything for you) I?ll do anything for you (I?ll even take off my shades) I?ll even take off my shades And stare right at the sun from

off in another world So far out this atmosphere I could throw a hundred million Out the cockpit of my Lear That's dirty money (Uh uh) You starving hungry

V.I.Ped up Goin hard in body tap where they throw that cheeze up I been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send

On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High It Was My Only Wish To Rise On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty

playa in tha V.I.P. UGK we in da house fosho I'm bout to crank this thang up, and you already know We in the club lookin like new money Put cha stunna shades

Yeah, Dirty South baby, Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor It's goin' down Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin' the peace, Def Jam South

) You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy... not nothing on me) The youngin spitting like tobacco sharper than a jacto Now flow tighter than a lasso Louis shade