[Intro]
Yeah
Slime
Talkin’ two kinds of paper
Two kinds of risk
[Verse 1]
Street money in a shoebox
Smell like gas, paranoia, and sweat
Rubber band round dirty little secrets
Every knock on the door feel like death
Clean money hit the account on Monday
Tax man know my first and last name
One stack feel like ten, I could sleep now
Ain’t gotta peek out the window for the blue flame
Street money, gotta stash it at your cousin crib
Prayin’ that he never run his mouth or do somethin’ dumb
Clean money, I could post it on the ‘Gram, kid
Bank card tappin’ on the scanner, that’s a different drum
[Chorus]
Dirty bands, clean bands
Both fold, but they don’t feel the same
One come quick, leave quicker, bring pain
Other move slow, stack quiet, bring change
Dirty bands, clean bands
Pick a side, ‘cause the side pick you
One buy chains, other buy roots
One buy time, other buy suits (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Street money came with a mask and a mission
Slide in the night, every move, superstition
Talk real low on the phone, never mention
Who paid what, that’s a lifetime sentence
Clean money feel like breath in my lungs
Wire hit, I ain’t gotta hide funds
Uncle in the feds off the fast route
Now I’m signin’ contracts, not a stash house
Street money had me drivin’ with the lights off
Heart beat drummin’ harder than the kick, dog
Clean money got my mama in a big loft
Front desk know her name when she walk off
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Whistle in the night when the block call (skrrt)
All that talk ’bout a quick flip
Until your homie on a doc call
And his mama got a black fit
Now the same hands that was countin’ all that fast cash
Tryna sign checks, fix credit from the past crash
Two roads, same hood, different endings
One fade out, one still ascending
[Chorus]