dirty money clean

Attention, flight 605 to Tokyo is ready for departure

Dirty money clean, that's just how it go

You trampled over me, and then you stole the show

You keep questioning me, huh, why you want to know?

You're losing track of time when you're lost inside the snow

Bitch, I'm back, better than ever, I feel like that's a fact

Then you're running with the sack, tell me how you managed that?

Trying to lose the persuasion that you gave inside my head

But you know I can't do that

AP two tone, it's satisfaction

You're really great to me, but you are a distraction

Of my passion, you're in the past tense