Texty:
Dirty Money Last Train To Paris

gone? And people got the nerve to blame you for it And you know you woulda took the bullet if you saw it But you felt it and still feel it And money

make sure she can hear me) (Them haters can't tell you nothin') (No) (Listen to me) That love's gonna get you, motherfucker Smoke weed, listenin' to Sade I left my pain in Paris

go, lets ride, Hello, Good morning Hello, Good morning Know you've been waiting for it 'cause I seen you watching so lets go lets get it popping [Dirty money

..lets travel in style just want to see you happy and smiling i can change your life in one flight, lets take off tonight, come on (dirty money) we go

The way I love you girl You should do the same Some things never change No more pain thank god you came girl I'll give you my first I'll give you my last

gotta do is turn your shit up It's what you want It's what you need It's what you get It's what you like It's the Dirty Money Girl, when you're everything

[Chorus- Chris Brown] Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave

Uh, before you get here Put yo panties in yo pocketbook That's what I told her, over the Motorola Hennessy and Cola I hold her at attention with my manors

[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living