right I want your hot dirty lovin tonight (x2) I want you dirty lovin (got me goin crazy) Dirty lovin (always get me before play) Dirty lovin (got me goin crazy) Dirty lovin
calls) You know them girls don't mind comin Just to get it started, for startin something Is what we do to get some lovin What we do to get some lovin
around with you Goin' around or two Doin' what lovers do Whenever they're sneakin' around I like lots of cash on hand And dirty jokes about the fuller
but if I don't got my gun thats where ya gonna get stabbed at boy as a young I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask "where the cash
it up Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture [Chorus 2: Yung Joc] All my niggaz gettin money Don't know how to act (x3) Dirty goons
me drop into the earth You wanted that since my birth, but ho'd up partna' I got to many poker chips, still gotta cash 'em in I still be lovin Friday
think Popped too many pills Had one too many drinks It's the Double Double D to the Dash Gives a fuck what you say Got a pocket full of cash and the other
(uh-huh) Yeah (yeah, uh-huh) Knah-sayin? Yo, yo yo yo Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan Ki's of dope, lovin
of World Records, tell 'em we poppin tremendous Dirty we big truckin with weapons of mass destruction It's the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothin
a little violated [Verse: Ali] Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash
Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] [Trick Daddy] Cop me a seven-tres Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy-apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin
poppin' - you be beggin' I stop it You be beggin' for your life, 'fore that head shot stop it. Rappers lovin' my spit! - Fans lovin' my shit Indeed you
got nuttin' to worry about Yeah, knah-sayin'? Yo, yo, yo, yo Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin She elegant, her apparel in the M-Class caravan Ki's of dope, lovin
the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit (Lovin
's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin
Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin' tremendous Dirty we big truckin' with weapons of mass destruction It's the muddy St Louis, get to it, cash
feelin' like Chris Slater, the love violator Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash
if I don't got my gun thats where ya gonna get stabbed at boy as a young I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask "where the cash
