Murder

Lyrics

[Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly] If my niggas not the next to blow Then my niggas, we the next [?] Murder she wrote And they say money is what move the gloab And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote Murder she wrote And if this money make the world go round Then this flavor make your girl go down Murder she wrote Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle Hustlers, ballers, and niggas [?] Murder she wrote Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder [Verse 1: Huncho Kae] I'm like fuck it, roll another one Yeah, my clique is next to blow Girls like to smoke and drink, [?] like Texico If your man ain't treating you right, I'll treat you right, take you to Mexico If that bitch ain't acting right, you know Kae don't play [?] They say money make the world go round And I got the money to make it do it They say [?] make your girl go down Come on, girl, get straight to it She say she got all the [?], hella ay, all the J's [?] it I ain't [?] 'cause she knew [?] she gon' do it Just some young niggas, [?] bags like they beans Young niggas who on go, like the light green And I'm gon' ball out [?] fucking team It's caution tape around the booth, 'cause it's a murder scene [Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly] If my niggas not the next to blow Then my niggas, we the next [?] Murder she wrote And they say money is what move the gloab And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote Murder she wrote And if this money make the world go round Then this flavor make your girl go down Murder she wrote Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle Hustlers, ballers, and niggas [?] Murder she wrote Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder [Verse 2: Skooly] Top of the morning I hop out the Porshe, it's probably a warning The money important, the passinger side, my bitches are foreign A blue rastifarian, I'm singing like Marvin Get all of my dawgs and partners, they thinking 'bout barking and robbing The Benz, a hell of a feeling Ferenzics say that I killed him Excuse me, Calumbia Records, you got a murderer all in your building I got that work, I got that work Might give you that work, might murk you a verse Nd knock you a hook out the [?] [?] Don't let your bitch get the business Oh he mad, he think that I smashed He all in his feelings I probably did it Don't talk to me 'bout no ceilings Ain't got no roof on my building I'm running my city, I'm feeling like Diddy The young nigga did it [Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly] If my niggas not the next to blow Then my niggas, we the next [?] Murder she wrote And they say money is what move the gloab And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote Murder she wrote And if this money make the world go round Then this flavor make your girl go down Murder she wrote Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle Hustlers, ballers, and niggas [?] Murder she wrote Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder