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Dirty Money

Gustavo Bustermann

Walkin' with the bag but the bag don't belong
Stole it from the workers, left 'em singin' the same song
Talkin' hard work while they robbed the whole throng
Fraud in the suit, smile wide, pen in hand
Fake contracts, take the land, take command
Partnership with bankers who don't give a damn
They move the numbers and turn the dirt into grandeur
Pact with the factions, product movin' through the night
Dirty cash in the suitcase, clean it in plain sight
Buildin' empires off the pain they ignite

See the yacht, see the chain, see the private suite glow
All that shine came from where the real blood flows
They call it business, I call it a fuckin' show
Robbin' the poor blind, then they act like they don't know
Money-laundering experts with the offshore accounts
Shell companies stackin', paper trails bounce
Bankers in the backroom noddin' to the amounts
The streets stay hungry, and the bodies still count
Gangs on the payroll, protection for a fee
Everybody eatin' off the same dirty spree
Then they point at the corner like the problem is just you

Dirty money, dirty money (yeah, yeah)
Blood on every bill (uh, uh)
Dirty money, dirty money (dirty, dirty)
Still got that blood to spill (no chill)
Dirty money, dirty money (yeah, yeah)
Blood on every bill (all red)
Dirty money, dirty money (uh)
They count it on the hill (count it up)

I'm lookin' at these motherfuckers flashin' the ice
Knowin' half that shine came from somebody's sacrifice
Theft in the boardroom, fraud in the night
Then they preach about morals
They wash it through the system till it looks pure white
But the stink never leaves, it just hides from the light
Just a mutual agreement to keep the dirt buried
This shit's built on corpses, and they still claim the fame
Dirty money runnin' everything, settin' the frame
And the people keep losin' while they play the same game
Ain't no clean way to get this kinda wealth
Every dollar got a body, every coin got blood
They shake hands with the devil
Then they toast to their health
Dirty money, keep it comin', fuck everybody else

Dirty money, dirty money (yeah, yeah)
Blood on every bill (uh, uh)
Dirty money, dirty money (dirty, dirty)
Still got that kill (no chill)
Dirty money, dirty money (yeah, yeah)
Blood on every bill (all red)
Dirty money, dirty money (uh)
They count it on the hill (count it up)

You told me you'd be back in fifteen
They beat my homie bad over a woman
We'll do the same old shit
I'll fire a few rounds, they will flee
They will flee in different directions
These cowardly guys murdered my brother, shit
Narcotics on the street corner, observe the medical examiner
A girl is dead, her parent's grievin'
What do you want? A Glockie or an AK-47, shit?
Fuck forgiveness, disregard your fuckin' emotions
Intoxicated, condemned, repulsed by evil
You gon' end up locked up, damn
Fuck the bribed judge, shit
You were twisted, abusin' your authority, motherfucker

The federal congressman discuss currency, imported vehicles
The private jets and travel documents, yeah
Snortin' coke while posin' for the 'Gram, what the fuck?
You act like a murderer who turned informant
Murdered my homie, and the devil kept you alive
That stupid lawbreaker got charged that same night
These parasites in Congress got me feelin', y'all, shit

Dirty money, dirty money (yeah, yeah)
Blood on every bill (uh, uh)
Dirty money, dirty money (dirty, dirty)
Still got that kill (no chill)
Dirty money, dirty money (yeah, yeah)
Blood on every bill (all red)
Dirty money, dirty money (uh)
They count it on the hill (count it up)

Escrita por: Gustavo Bustermann