[Verse 1: Gravy]
Dirty Money, Desert Storm
If u a hustla hommie where all that crack you sling
I could fall off and bounce back like a matress spring
The DA got me on some gun charges in PA
When I was slinging coke down in Renu, VA
Had to sell my Murcielago up on Ebay
Got a lil stop in Jersey, thats my pit stop
Monstars, A-Team, Ransom n Hitchco*k
Got the game in griplock wit the yay in the ziplock
20 to a gram, stashed in a can of spam
Revolvers are my favorite guns cause they dont jam
I could sell you some Ak bullets for have a man
I'm back in this b**h by popular demand
Till the feds come & get me for them credit card scams
For now I'm heat in the strip
And n***a getting warm
Dirty Money, Desert Storm
We got the world in our palm, Whats hood?
[Verse 2: Ransom]
Whats hood is this n***as is getting money
The sh** is funny
They wasn't there when the kid was bummy
Its dark so you only arrive when the sh** is sunny
Its about to get cold in the game so get a skully
I'm like a little kid in the dirt thats getting muddy
A co*ky dude, your jaw dropped when you got the news
Desert Storm all of a sudden you start coppin clues
I got alot to prove, Lets get it straight n***a
You ain't gotta go down south to get Chop N Screwed
You might freeze if you see my cannon
My whole family carry arms like Eli-Manning
Dont be brave, cause your kids won't be saved
N I'm a treat them like pitbulls that dont behave
And I spit like i'm ready for world war
Serve raw N I get it crunk like
N I get it crunk like I live in the 3rd ward
I dont got a house dawg I live on third floor
Get a deal spend my whole advance on my first porshe
[Verse 3: Hitchco*k]
Fall back with your wack demeanor, I clap the Nina
I dont care if you pack Karinas[?]
Who you know raps is meaner, jack your beamer
And still pick up dust like the vacum cleaner
Your n***as ain't f**ing wit Hitchco*k
Or Ransom, The anthem, this is our year in a phantom
Putting n***as on to come back to school
The reason the whole hood saying Thats Ma Dude!
Match my j**elz, yellow n white gold
I'm ice cold but I'm red hot when the dice roll
Everything I write is my life told
And I blaze haze so I crush it in the dutches & light those
Those roaches send me the haze
So gettin that dirty money like like Fendi and Grave
Empty the gauge, simply behave
I won't stop till I'm the chrome drop or Bently wit shades (ugh)