Murder She Wrote*

Lyrics

[Intro: Nino Paid] (Damn, Drako, you made this?) Come on (Alright) You ready? Let's do it [Chorus: Nino Paid] Finally rich, but the way I've been spendin' this shit I just pray that I don't go broke (Huh) My new bitch bad, my new crib fatter than ever and I still got my foot on they throat (Alright) It's amazing, we stuck to the plan, I love all the fans, I love when they say I'm the GOAT (I can't go back) I don't pay niggas for nothin', my brother gon' bounce out on 'em, it's murder she wrote (Frrt) Niggas gon' change for a dollar, it could be your brother, that's somethin' I already know (Already know) Take me to Neimans, I'm thinkin' 'bout when I ain't have it, and same time pickin' shit out I know you just chasin' a bag, I been told Wannie, "Stop cuttin' up dope in the house" [Verse 1: Warhol.SS & Nino Paid] Popstar jewelry, the wrist hot topic Pricing a four fourty-eight, 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 nickel, I'm no Street Fighter Yeah, ayy, creating space is a whole 'nother distance Too out of reach, bitch gotta get on her toes if she want a chance to feel this (One chance) I got a thing for a lit bitch, I'm flexin' and stretching, a gymnast (Flexin') I don't even wanna talk, I be in my moods, I'm chasin' it, tryna instant (I'm chasin') I don't give two fucks about feelings, I turn shit up tryna run this business (Turn shit up) Bro rich as fuck, but mad he can't do much 'til this shit legitimate (Shit) Got a few niggas hating, they can't come around, but I got a reason for everything (All I need) I'm one of the hardest, pound-for-pound, I'm beating 'em down, the bell rang (Cool) I waited, I'm finally ready, I know I'ma blow and you niggas ain't stoppin' this shit (Alright) [Chorus: Nino Paid] Finally rich, but the way I've been spendin' this shit I just pray that I don't go broke (Huh) My new bitch bad, my new crib fatter than ever and I still got my foot on they throat (Alright) It's amazing, we stuck to the plan, I love all the fans, I love when they say I'm the GOAT (I can't go back) I don't pay niggas for nothin', my brother gon' bounce out on 'em, it's murder she wrote (Frrt) Niggas gon' change for a dollar, it could be your brother, that's somethin' I already know (Already know) Take me to Neimans, I'm thinkin' about when I ain't have it, and same time pickin' shit out (Huh) I know you just chasin' the bag, I been told Wannie, "Stop cuttin' up dope in the house"