White Dirt

[Intro]
Uh, okay
The fuck, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
The silver Range Sport pilaf
A leather floor is what the [?] cost
The silk I sport, it ain't store-bought
400 long up under the floorboards
Where I was born was more like World War 4
Don't compare your dog to these cornballs
You niggas just follow, we change the business model
My bitch look like a fitness model in Balenciagas
In Fendi pajamas, we the top niggas rhyming
Inside the chamber
These bum ass niggas was eating top ramen
I put a bag on your head, you won't make it past 10
They'll be speaking 'bout you in past tense
Brain fragments in the G-Wagon that splash the jean jacket
Jack your G-pack status, your self-esteem get shattered
Watching Harlem Nights, unchartered flights
I gave Cassandra hard pipe, the pussy farted twice
Necklace and wrist with ice, I got spice
You niggas sound aight but I'm nice, fuck niggas

[Chorus]
Money and hoes, bitch
All I know, money and hoes, bitch
Money and hoes, bitch
Money, cars, and clothes, bitch, uh

[Verse 2]
I'm in rare form, my bitch got on Claiborne
Balmain, no ball and chain, my space is ordained for fame
You small change, my chains like frosted flakes
Frosting on the cake I orate to make the whores mate
Always in shape, you salty niggas holding water weight
I fly away, go way to Norway then walk away like Kaiser Soze
They say the platinum Rollie grey, mix Patron today with OJ
Okay, okay, tre-eighties to throw away
Load the [?] in Bora Bora, both feet in the water
I might go even sport a diadora
To be woke is three and a quarter
Satin sheets, balls deep in your daughter
My aura more like Rich Porter, your shit is awkward
Christian Dior should get the bitches talking
Offerings, it's a dog eat dog world, pimp, uh
The house come with a satellite and tall fence
Who else since Prince could fit my trench?
You niggas corn chips

[Chorus]
Money and hoes, bitch
All I know, money and hoes, bitch
Money and hoes, bitch
Money, cars, and clothes, bitch, uh

[Outro]
Sound nice, uh, okay, uh
The fuck, uh