MURDER SHE WROTE

Come on (Alright)

You ready, let's do it

Finally rich but the way I been spending this shit I just pray that I don't go broke

My new bitch bad, my new crib fatter than ever, and I still got my foot on they throat

It's amazing we stuck to the plan

I love all the fans, I love when they say I'm the GOAT

I don't pay niggas for nothing

My brother gone bounce out on 'em, it's murder she wrote

Niggas don't change for a dollar, it could be your brother, that's something I already know

Take me to Neimens, I'm thinking 'bout when I ain't have it and same time picking shit out

I know you just chasing a bag, I been told Wannie, stop cutting up dope in the house

Pop star Jewelry the wrist hot topic pricing a 448 finna cop it

I caught the bitch in a trance, she all in my face, that damn near count as a body

Five star Michelin eat at the finest

She got a head on her but she ain't the brightest

I'm moving tact like a seal or marine with a big four-nick, I am no street fighter

Yea, creating space is a whole 'nother distance

Too out of reach the bitch gotta get on her toes if she want a chance to feel this

I got a thing for a lit bitch, I'm flexing and stretching a gymnast

I don't even wanna talk, I be in my mood, I'm chasing it tryna instant

I don't give two fucks 'bout feelings, I turn shit up tryna run this business

Bro rich as fuck but mad he can't do much 'til this shit legitimate

Got a few niggas hating, they can't come 'round but I got a reason for everything

I'm one of the hardest pound for pound, I'm beating 'em down the bell rang

I'm waiting, I'm finally ready, I know I'm a blow and you niggas ain't stopping this shit

Finally rich but the way I been spending this shit I just pray that I don't go broke

My new bitch bad, my new crib fatter than ever, and I still got my foot on they throat

It's amazing we stuck to the plan

I love all the fans, I love when they say I'm the GOAT

I don't pay niggas for nothing

My brother gone bounce out on 'em, it's murder she wrote

Niggas don't change for a dollar, it could be your brother, that's something I already know

Take me to Neimens, I'm thinking 'bout when I ain't have it and same time picking shit out

I know you just chasing a bag, I been told Wannie, stop cutting up dope in the house