[Chorus:] I been getting dirty money Jordan Belfort Stacking penny stocks while I’m flipping these birds Sipping on Ciroc, trip ’em up with the words I just popped a Molly and I think this be my third Jordan Belfort Jordan Belfort I been getting dirty money Jordan Belfort Stacking penny stocks while I’m flipping these birds
[Verse 1 – Wes Walker:] I just flipped a birdy, money so dirty Got my bitch a mink, furry like Furby Came up made a milly, spent it on a rollie Stacking Gouda, Feta, Cheddar cheese ‘n’ ravioli
Or maybe fettuccine, dirty Martini Imma fuck yo bitch (what), call me Houdini Drivin’ Lamborghini, yo ho, in a bikini Eight bottles to the neck, three wishes from a genie
Benjamin ain’t dirty, but these Franklins be filthy Always going to court but I’m never pleadin’ guilty Ballin’ so hard I only be slam dunkin’ Beat steady rockin’ and the trunk straight thumpin’
I be ridin’ foreign pourin’ Merlot while I swerve Pedal to the metal when I’m whippin’ ’round the curve Rolling up this marijuana, you can smell the herb And I be getting all this lettuce and I ain’t talkin’ iceberg
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[Verse 2 – Dyl:] Jordan Belfort, Burberry shirt LV loafers on my sofa in Bel-Air Turnin’ up daily ’cause we can’t turn down at work I been lightin’ loud lately Like my volume switch don’t work And my cologne is Versace, Medusa got me stoned I’m always high on something But I usually like to smoke We been long time friends, me and Ben Frank Every fucking day he needs a ride home from the bank Motherfucker you don’t know me, you ain’t in my tax section My wallet ain’t fat, it’s in the gym straight flexing I don’t call your bitch back and she’s checkin’ her reception Bitch with double Ds, she’s all up on my erection And I’m in the ovaries but I ain’t about affection So easily the sober me just smokes and then forgets them Sometimes this life seems a little stressful Especially when they tell me that I am something special