Duffle Bag

Lyrics

[Chorus: Sheek Louch] Dirty money in a duffle bag Tour money for the IRS Revolvers for my street niggas Let them niggas know we did it best A pound for my hood bitches Smokin' out the projects, hah Fast cars and champagne Raise it up for the L-O-X (L-O-X) [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] I had dimes down the block (Chea) Finished then I re-upped Left the weed alone, got my money for a KIA Got a record deal, thought I could put my feet up Met executives that I wanted to beat up (haha!) Had to learn the game, my money is tight I'm spending harder now these motherfuckers yellin' my name Don Don, weed ashes on my long john NFL lookin', white people like 'yo what team he ball on?' (damn!) 9 milli in the glovebox (deah) You hatin' on us, motherfucka, but they love Lox (L-O-X) And we ain't on a this mother fucker like the detox (detox) You big dummy we Red Fox My nigga (WOOOO!!!) [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Dirty money in a duffle bag Tour money for the IRS Revolvers for my street niggas Let them niggas know we did it best A pound for my hood bitches Smokin' out the projects, hah Fast cars and champagne Raise it up for the L-O-X (L-O-X) [Verse 2: Styles P] Dirty money in a duffle bag Name ring bells where I hustled at (Ghost) Knock the work off then I double back Had a little bit of cash, had to double that (word) Next thing I know I had work in bubble wrap (haha) Then I parked a Beamer on a block where I struggled at And them hood bitches was lovin' that Champagne in a fast car (drink up) Exotic weed in a glass jar (D-Block) Fly clothes, all type of Nikes Send a kite to my man, tell him what life is like (What up homie?) When you touch down, we gon' bust down Forever blessed, yeah raise it up for the LOX [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Dirty money in a duffle bag Tour money for the IRS Revolvers for my street niggas Let them niggas know we did it best A pound for my hood bitches Smokin' out the projects, hah Fast cars and champagne Raise it up for the L-O-X (L-O-X) [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Used to finish a whole joint by a quarter to three (uh-huh) They threw a nigga off the roof when I was going to re (Whoo!) I started waiting in the cab until they bought to me (Ahah) I found the dog food club and moved onto the D (Diesel) I don't know him I don't serve 'em (nah) Don't feel right I'ma curve 'em (yup) I don't waste bullets, I preserve 'em If the money is ever a penny short, I'ma hurt 'em (Mhmm) It's the trinity niggas, part three, third sermon (Whoo!) No matter what, never leave 'til it's all finished (never) Move right, Commonwealth states off limits (You know) First you get 'em hooked after that it's all gimmicks Got the Goyard duffle filled up with all spinach [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Dirty money in a duffle bag Tour money for the IRS Revolvers for my street niggas Let them niggas know we did it best A pound for my hood bitches Smokin' out the projects, hah Fast cars and champagne Raise it up for the L-O-X (L-O-X)