I don't want to sound mad, though
I don't want to sound mad
I feel marvelous
Dirty Money
Tell that b**h with the crown to run it like Chris Brown
She run three rounds I'mma need a hundred thou
Like Chinatown b**hes better bow down
Oh you ain't know? Bet you b**hes know now
f** I gotta done to let them know that I'm the one
Way I ride the drum they salute me in the slum
In the six hun, the color of bubblegum
I'm with my n***a Spits and my n***a Bun'Crum
Yes I'm the one, I'm the motherf**in' one
Hold more weight than the late Big Pun
b**hes talk slick but they ain't saying none
Mad 'cause I'm bad, two sticks in my bun
Yes sir, look what I've done!
They r-run run when I come
Bun stickity bun, let me tell you where I'm from
Queens, lil' Mama, go buy us some nice pumps