Juvenile - Filthy Money lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah Stunna Uptown sh** Yeah D-Roc [Chorus: Birdman] .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playin' f**in' games, n***a bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playin', n***a, hood rich, we livin' We simple 'bout the money, n***a, paper chase, we runnin' Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime [Verse 1: Birdman] Paper chase, we knew it Money gang, we blew it Play around, we shoot it Nothin' with me, won't do it Playin' games and we flew it n***a know it's one thing If we come around, we do it (Rich Gang) Rich Gang, no barkin' All that fake playin', you talkin' We all about this money gang You f** around, we chalkin' Situation got sticky p**y n***a went hold up p**y n***a got chalked up Playin' with us and got f**ed up 3rd Ward to my d**h, Uptown 'til I die Mrs. Gladys, n***a, we ride, Uptown, we higher Pimpin' on this paper, alligator with the suede on it Big money, we played on it, that's the way we laid on it [Chorus: Birdman] .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playin' f**in' games, n***a bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playin', n***a, hood rich, we livin' We simple 'bout the money, n***a, paper chase, we runnin' Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime [Verse 2: Juvenile] I'm a bad man, Aaron Rodgers If you play baseball, you a Dodger I'm a grown man, y'all n***as toddlers I travel 'round the world like the Harlem Trotters I don't give a f** about nothin' It could be somethin' if a n***a won't make it out somethin' Rule number one, no runnin' Rule number two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin' I be in the city up in all the Wards f**in' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge On Claiborne, right there by the bridge They say they smell marijuana up in the car Old school, I should should buy baller walls See my lil' homie 'nem fallin' off I don't like to talk, I don't talk at all If you don't run today, you don't walk tomorrow From the bottom, I been through it already Smokin' on gas, 93 unleaded Trapped independent, where the f**in' confetti? Smelly came with the bag and that b**h heavy n***a, I'm raw and it can't be edited You a b**h, you a b**h too, y'all relatives Y'all wear Old Spice now, y'all delicate I don't even f** with stupid n***as, I'm prejudiced [Chorus: Birdman] .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playin' f**in' games, n***a bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playin', n***a, hood rich, we livin' We simple 'bout the money, n***a, paper chase, we runnin' Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime [Outro: Birdman] Rich Gang