[Intro - Jagger / Sly]
(dirty money, dirty money)
100 bands… (dirty money, dirty money)
200 bands… (dirty money, dirty money)
300 bands… (dirty money, dirty money)
All this money and not enough rubber bands (yeah)

[Verse 1 - Sly]
Ain’t got no rapper dance, stuntin’ for the ‘Gram
Hold the bands like a cell phone (no!)
I get active (woah!)
Spike the pints of Actavis with the fentanyl, sell that party pop (ha)
Sit back and count the profits ’til the bodies drop
Hands up, run the bands like cardio (run it!)
I got blood money fuckin’ with the narcos (narc)
All this ice on my chest got my heart froze
Bust-down cardiac, VVS on my soul

[Hook - Sly / Jagger]
I got the racks in my hand (heh)
Stackin’ ‘em up for the ends (yeah)
Dirty money, got the bands (uh)
Dirty money, got the bands (woah)
We gon’ pull up in a Benz (skrt)
Jagger and Sly back again (yeah)
Stacking up money the plan (heh)
Stacking up money my brand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamond-flooded bust down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Think I might need two now
Dirtied and bloodied my hands (heh)
I could never make amends (no)
Dirty money, got the bands
Dirty money, got the bands


[Verse 2 - Jagger]
Who? What? How much? He got all those bands up?
Jagger James, know the name, know I’m gettin’ mad bucks
(Since we made that deal, big money been your mantra)
First it was some rims, now a Rolls Royce Phantom
Fuck a Plain Jane, I need every Rolly drippin’ (drippin’)
I done came up, came up servin’ out the kitchen (service) 
I been swerving lanes (skrt) blood money for the riches (yop)
No more pocket change, foreign banks all want my bidness (guap)
Stacks, stacks, stacks
Young and Black, Black, Black
Dirty racks racks racks
Run that back, back, back 
My blunts packed, packed, packed
Drop that ass, ass, ass
The filthiest funds from the trap, trap, trap (heh)

[Hook - Sly / Jagger]
I got the racks in my hand (heh)
Stackin’ ‘em up for the ends (yeah)
Dirty money, got the bands (uh)
Dirty money, got the bands (woah)
We gon’ pull up in a Benz (skrt)
Jagger and Sly back again (yeah)
Stacking up money the plan (heh)
Stacking up money my brand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamond-flooded bust down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Think I might need two now
Dirtied and bloodied my hands (heh)
I could never make amends (no)
Dirty money, got the bands
Dirty money, got the bands (woah)

[Verse 3 - Sly]
I just blew Iraq on a new chain
Diamonds hanging by the neck like Hussein
Always with the W, homie what it do?
Trappin’ out the White House - old-school Cheney moves
Call me Malfoy with the draco
Hopping out the Lambo
Robbing all your bankrolls
Don’t forget the “thank you”
Homie, we gon’ take it like capitalism
Trickle down tippin’ the scales for the rich
Whippin’ the work out the white-collar bidness
Crime, crime, crime pays
Thought I fuckin’ told ya’ll
I been filthy rich (dirty money) is the north star
Devil get you lit (heh-ha)
Just sign your name
It’s a lifetime of bliss for eternal torture and pain
Yeah

[Outro - Jagger / Sly]
100 bands… (dirty money, dirty money)
200 bands… (dirty money, dirty money)
300 bands… (dirty money, dirty money)
All this money and not enough rubber bands