Dem Dirty Dollars

[Intro] (Soulful female vocal sample fades in, melancholic melody) Ooooh yeah... Dem Dirty Dollars... (Sample fades slightly, deep 808 k**k and sharp snare hit hard, tempo sets in) Aight... check the mic... one two... [Verse 1] Woke up smellin' that green, ambition keen (Skrrt!) Countin' up hundreds, livin' the dream (Cha-ching!) Started from zero, nothin' but a scheme (Nothin'!) Now the whole block watchin', respect the regime (Watch it!) Flippin' them packs, silent, no scream (Shhh!) Money stack tall, drownin' the gleam (Drownin'!) Dirty Dollars callin', a twisted love theme (Callin'!) Ridin' 'round city, tinted, supreme (Vroom!) Got that ice on my wrist, yeah, it gleam (Blinding!) Haters talk slick, but they ain't seen (Nah!) The grind never stops, gotta stay mean (Grind!) Dem Dirty Dollars, yeah, that's the routine (Yessir!) Paid the cost, now I'm livin' obscene (Paid in full!) Every single dollar, meticulously clean? Nah! (Dirty!) [Chorus] Dem Dirty Dollars, man, they callin' my name! (Callin'!) Stack 'em to the ceiling, playin' a different game! (Stack it!) From the gutter to the top, ain't a damn thing the same! (Nothin'!) Chasin' that paper, burnin' with the flame! (Fire!) Yeah, Dem Dirty Dollars, got me feelin' insane! (Woo!) Every single transaction drippin' with the pain! (Drip!) But I count it all up, again and again! (Count it!) Dem Dirty Dollars, where does it end? (Where?) [Verse 2] Remember sleepin' cold, floor was the bed (Brr!) Empty stomach rumblin', fillin' with dread (Growl!) Made a decision, flipped it in my head (Flip!) Either get rich or end up d**d (D**d serious!) Met the connect, shook hands, what was said? (Nothin'!) Eyes told the story, livin' off bread (Struggle!) Now the coupe purrin', devilish red (Vroom vroom!) Got security posted 'round the homestead (Security!) Trust is a luxury, easily shed (Can't trust!) Dem Dirty Dollars got me seein' red (Red!) Paranoia knockin' inside my head (Knock knock!) Is that blue lights flashin'? Or just in my head? (Siren?!) Gotta stay movin', can't be misled (Move!) Dem Dirty Dollars, the life that I led! (This life!) [Chorus] Dem Dirty Dollars, man, they callin' my name! (Callin' me!) Stack 'em to the ceiling, playin' a different game! (To the moon!) From the gutter to the top, ain't a damn thing the same! (Changed!) Chasin' that paper, burnin' with the flame! (Hot!) Yeah, Dem Dirty Dollars, got me feelin' insane! (Crazy!) Every single transaction drippin' with the pain! (B***d, sweat!) But I count it all up, again and again! (One, two, three!) Dem Dirty Dollars, where does it end? (Tell me!) [Bridge] (Synth melody shifts slightly, b**t simplifies momentarily) Is it worth the cost? The bridges I burned? (Was it?) The lessons I learned? The respect I earned? (Respect?) The money stacks high, but the soul feels churned (Soul...) Trapped by the very wealth for which I yearned (Trapped...) Dem Dirty Dollars... a blessing? A curse? (Which one?) Feelin' the weight gettin' heavier, worse... (Heavy...) [Verse 3] Look in the mirror, see a different face (Who dat?) Chasin' the bag at a breakneck pace (Fast!) Left some behind, couldn't keep up the race (Too slow!) Now it's just me and this dangerous space (Alone!) The money keep comin', fillin' the case (Full!) But the price that I paid, can it be erased? (Can it?) Dem Dirty Dollars, leavin' a trace (Evidence!) On my conscience, a permanent place (Stain!) But I can't stop now, gotta embrace (The grind!) This twisted journey, settin' the pace (Leader!) For better or worse, this life I chase (My life!) Dem Dirty Dollars, can't be replaced! (Never!) [Chorus] Dem Dirty Dollars, man, they callin' my name! (Still callin'!) Stack 'em to the ceiling, playin' a different game! (Higher!) From the gutter to the top, ain't a damn thing the same! (Never the same!) Chasin' that paper, burnin' with the flame! (Still burnin'!) Yeah, Dem Dirty Dollars, got me feelin' insane! (Lost it!) Every single transaction drippin' with the pain! (Drip, drip!) But I count it all up, again and again! (Add it up!) Dem Dirty Dollars, where does it end? (Where?!) [Outro] (B**t starts to fade, leaving mainly the deep 808 and hi-hats) Countin'... always countin'... (One... two...) Dem Dirty Dollars... (Three... four...) (Soulful female vocal sample returns, echoing faintly) Ooooh... Dem Dirty Dollars... (B**t fades completely, leaving only the melancholic vocal sample which lingers for a few seconds before silence) ...Dollars...