Ripsi WIneLover - Dirty Money

{Verse 1: Ripsi Winelover}
My garage full of cars that bounce
And i'm from the dirty south
No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton
Lil' Bitches hatin on my name
Do the dirty work, dish rag/
Dirty ass probally need to bathe yah
Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada
Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought
Should come with me to get your salad tossed
I splash your dirty ass
No one-half and i hate math
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
And too dirty for weak disinfectants like clorox
Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

{Hook: Ripsi Winelover}
We Makin Dirty Money
That Dirty Money
That Cash Money
That Young Money
We Makin Dirty Money

{Verse 2: Ripsi Winelover}
You bitches not a barbie so don't speak on me
You dirty dyke you going to hell for speaking me
Bitch this some rich friday shit bitch
Watch you mouth you dirty slut
Fuckin littles whores
You such a little bitch that your mother
Offed herself but i am the bad guy but look at you

{Hook: Ripsi Winelover}
We Makin Dirty Money
That Dirty Money
That Cash Money
That Young Money
We Makin Dirty Money

{Verse 3: Ripsi Winelover}
Make money of the poor and ill cash the check
Yeah this shit got me feelin' robert beck
Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
Or let the mob handle that
Cash flow thats meers banked
I get it, you got cash
Baby got that super bass

{Hook: Ripsi Winelover}
We Makin Dirty Money
That Dirty Money
That Cash Money
That Young Money
We Makin Dirty Money

{Verse 4: Ripsi Winelover}
I tiger dial that Rollie
Got that Angelina, that Jolie
I'm plain Jane and no ice in it
So ain't no need, for that goldie
My jet prolly say Boeing

{Hook: Ripsi Winelover}
We Makin Dirty Money
That Dirty Money
That Cash Money
That Young Money
We Makin Dirty Money

{Verse 5: Rich $tunna}
This meeting just begun, i'm satan's son
Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom
Pockets so fat of money there
Creaming cash rules evrything around me
So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse
And you are not around like black fathers
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
My fame's no mistakesince the deal

{Verse 6: Rich $tunna}
At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding
Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing
Curl up like big worm when i drop
Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob
Got a condo around my neck girl, i'm cashing out
Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account
Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank
Since napster the sales been crashin' and
But my plan is to show you that i understand
22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank
I just want 7 figures in my bank
Rap giant, get your little locality smashed
I got so much in the bank
I’m coming back like light-skin and
Inhale my color purple
Getting bank and that is literal
Excuse my French, two bitches and moi
That's a Nicki-Ménage à trois, ha!
Bang-bang, my bitch bang, she bang bang
Well that's 'cause my bitch is Nina Ross
A-and she bang, b-b-bang, bang bang
She go bang, bang-bang, bang-bang
Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang
We bang, bang-bang