I NEED MONEY

Ayy, I need money, but my fits ain't bummy, Chain worth more than my whip, that ain't funny

Nope, not really, that's actually silly, Now that I think about it, I hope that you're kidding

You're kidding, right?

Your chain isn't actually worth more than your car, is it?

Maybe

Seriously?

How much is your chain worth?

I don't know like 8k

What, Well, how much is your car worth?

I don't know I paid like 1900

Damn, really, dude

Really?

Ya, really

Really?

Nope, not kidding, yeah, I'm living, I grew up watching Charlie Sheen, bitch, I'm winning

Ha ha ha, smokin' on that la la, I don't give a motherfuck

Yeah, they love when I rap like this

Tryna get my city on the map right quick

Yeah, yeah, Vancity-Abby kid, Why the fuck you think I act like this

Yeah, yeah, nah, I don't really think they get it, I'ma living fuckin' legend in the making

Gotta make it before we hit the Armageddon, The beginning of the ending

Boy I spit pure dope, Give the kid an intervention, yeah

I don't know why people think this whole broke boys thing is a gimmick

It ain't a gimmick, this my fuckin' life, I'm broke

Case in point, I couldn't even afford to lease this beat, let alone buy it if I wanted to

I actually stole this shit

I need money, track pants lookin' bummy Gold teeth, gold chain, no whip

Ain't that funny? Nope, not really

Well shut the fuck up, no one asked your ass, I don't wanna hit you blunt, homie I have a bag

And I'm afraid of what you got, don't even pass me that

I been on my grind, put a O in the bag, And I got a little hammer that I hold by my leg

I been makin' my deliveries, I roll on the ave, Cause I been on a mission for the gold and the cash

Full speed, I been holdin' the gas And they wishin' it would stop it, here I'm goin' again

But you know that I'm a criminal and I don't got no money

So I'm tryna stack my paper before I go to the pen

Goddamn

Bitch, I been broke, so I sell coke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When I'm stoppin' this, who the hell knows? Who the hell knows

If you need the work, then give me a call

Give me a call, bitch

You got the work line, hit my cell phone

I need money, but my fits ain't bummy

Chain worth more than my whip, that ain't funny

Nope, not really, that's actually silly

Now that I think about it, I hope that you're kidding

I need money, but my fits ain't bummy

Chain worth more than my whip, that ain't funny

Nope, not really, that's actually silly

Now that I think about it, I hope that you're kidding

You're kidding, right? Your chain isn't actually worth more than your car, is it

Hey, dipshit, we already did that part of the song, we're at the outro now

Man, fuck you, who you callin' dipshit, dipshit

Dude, just do the fuckin' outro, I don't got time to sit here all day

Wah, wah, wah, cry me a fuckin' river

Yo, I'm gonna smack the fuckin' shit out of you in a second, yeah, matter of fact, come here

Ah, what the fuck, dude, I was joking

Well, quit fuckin' around and finish the damn outro then

Okay, I'm sorry, jeez

Okay, um, BrokeBoys for life, um

Goddamn, that hurt, man

Fuck this shit

Go to www.dirtsworld.com, cop some merch, buy my music, and help me not to be so

Bro, wrap it the fuck up, this outro is longer than the goddamn song

You know what

Fuck you, Mo'Dirt