How Lyrics
(M-M-M-Murda)
Runnin` up this money been a breeze (Phew)Flew her in, she fuck me `til she leave (Uh)
She done fell in love, I`m sellin` dreams
I done fell in love with buyin` jeans (Jeans)
Hate I found a love for sippin` lean
Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagon with no key
Put baguettes in my AP, I ain`t on playin` about they beef
Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me
Had to make myself a boss, it ain`t no nigga workin` me
I invest a couple mil` and let my money work for me
Know they hate the way it happened
Probably somewhere cursin` me
I don`t know nothing `bout no killin`
All I know is murder beats
I got rich and understand my next three cars gon` be a lease
I ain`t never losin` sleep about no beef, I roll in peace
I put diamonds in my teeth
Came from grindin` in the streets
Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it
Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall
They need they freedom (Free y`all)
When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me)
Once it`s up, it`s stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even
Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel
Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel
Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles
She keep sayin` I`m the man, that shit boostin` up my ego
Still in Atlanta sellin` bags like they legal, I`m just sayin` (Yeah)
How you try to run off with the wave and you ain`t surfin`?
Gave `em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty
I ain`t even counted up to see what I`m worth yet
All I know is put it up and keep on workin`
I can`t even hold you, I been gettin` loaded
Devil on my shoulders
God got my back, so I keep on rollin`, yeah
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Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin` (Lookin`)
Lil` one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg)
Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets)
I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don`t dance
Rings on my hand cost a fortune
Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What`s up?)
D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp)
Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors)
And I got the swag for a loyal ticket
Think I`m hearin` voices in my head sayin`, "Kill him" (Kill him)
Know she`ll forgive me, I`m one of the real ones
Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get `em)
Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick `em
Try us, then we smashin`, then they go to playin` victim (Kill `em)
I don`t know what happened, all I know is he got hit up
I`ma need a napkin, chains drippin`, VV`s lit up
I`ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up)
We gon` beat the trial, I told lil` bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up)
Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah)
Nigga, what you bangin`? What you claimin`? Throw that shit up (4, Baby)
How you try to run off with the wave and you ain`t surfin`?
Gave `em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty
I ain`t even counted up to see what I`m worth yet
All I know is put it up and keep on workin`
I can`t even hold you, I been gettin` loaded
Devil on my shoulders
God got my back, so I keep on rollin`, yeah
