White Dirt Lyrics - Dj Muggs

[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 

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[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 

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[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