dirty30

You think you
(Dirty, dirty)
Yeah

First time I heard this beat
I knew I had to do it dirty
I caught these niggas with all these birds
I feel like Mr. Furley
Imma keep on rocking these same fits like
I can afford detergent
These niggas hoppin' on my dick
I hope they love a curvy (wow)
I used to tell my momma wake me up 'round seven thirty
Shoulda been in school by seven
But I had to grab a thirty
Used to ride these glasses 'round these crackers
My vision wasn't even blurry
Only way the be safe on these streets
Gotta keep it black and nerdy
Can't just be black and worthy
Gotta be something, gotta keep uppin'
Suckers can't be no turkey (hah)
Gotta keep movin', gotta keep shakin'
These niggas don't know me personally
Can't let no fuck nigga hurt me
5'9" but I feel like Kendrick Perkins, bitch
This your reign, I tarnished it
Show up where your partner is
Looking like Dewey he don't want no part in this
Pray these roaches feel like Joe's apartment
How you doing, baby? (shit) I been pursuing, baby (shit)
Pull to the crib with all these tools
I'm home improvement, baby
I like my bitches like my beats
Let's keep it fluid, baby

I still eat Chinese food on Christmas
Like I'm Jewish, baby
Keep this exclusive, baby
These niggas hoes
They rather Tweet then run a fade with me
I feel Diddy, bitch
These niggas don't wanna press play with me (true)

Dirty money
Hope these Euros get Peggy quarantined
Talk depressive, take an interview
Rather make a beat, I'm useless (yeah)
I can't even stress how much these rhythms make me stupid (uh)

When I was alone I didn't see none of these new kids (nope)
Every time I come outside it's like I'm riskin' too much
All my babies comin' back to me since I blew up
Sippin' wine on the casual
I'm a white girl
Mr. Krabs with this money
Got me some new pearls
Put on a face for the press and that's okay
They'll never ever really know me anyway

Fuck me