Тональность: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
See where I'm from?
We all about that money.
Bbm
Fm
Even the females about that paper.
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Fm
No one is to be trusted.
This is the city of deceit.
Murder, Murder, Money, Money, Money,
Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder
Hey now I know the product is good,
I hope this nigga hungry
So we can get this money,
we only move by order
Start with a quarter,
it's a crack and weed town
But they fuck with your border
Yeah I'm in the streets grinding
With a green field jacket,
bulletproof lining
I've never been one to snitch
A Valentino info, a pillow talk with a bitch
I just moved dolo from state to state
I put the price on things,
all depends on the weight, so
Call me shorty,
meet me up at Bennigan's
What I'm drivin',
you don't need to know what I'm in
Where I'm at right now,
I'm on my way to you
Why you askin' these questions,
dude?
You want views? Yes or no?
Listen, I know what I'ma do
Kill this nigga, then take his dough
I got money and murder
on my mind at the same time
It's a new day,
but it's the same grind
Money, money, murder
Murder, murder, money
Money, money, murder, murder,
murder, murder, money
Another day, another dollar, holler
Insert another clip in the line, I'ma follow
I show you what the streets respect
Violence, money, and tech,
it's just us and the guns
Takin' the wands
Pop showed me the ropes, I'm hustlin'
Now I'm schoolin' and thugs
and trainin'
Fuckin' with them niggas
from the other side that's bangin'
Niggas risk murder for hire
And you fuckin' with a man on fire
I got a 40 on the waist,
I'm no angel, I done sinned
My life is all real,
I'm a gangster and a gentleman
I got money and murder
on my mind at the same time
It's a new day,
but it's the same crime
Money, money, murder
Murder, murder, money
Money, money, murder
Murder, murder, money
It's your boy Tech,
yeah you heard of him
You already know who I'm better than
From the streets of BK
where legends are made
Killer Benz, 50 cent rules in a cage
You know the option the
gang bring
Repercussions, it's all in my name
I'm trill with it, 40 cal, I kill with it
Yeah, rap with street money,
I still get it
Nothin' send the goons
through your ass
Fuck we the nigga,
leave him layin' in the trash seat
I know when to hold him, fold him
When to walk away
I know when to choke him, poke him
Then throw the hawk away
and that's all I mean for you
I do what I do,
I got big heat for big niggas like you
So stay in your lane,
I'm on top of my game
and with the new AR
ain't nothing out of my range
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Fm
I got money and murder on my mind at the same time,
it's a new day but it's the same grind
Money, money, murder, murder, murder, money, money,
money, murder, murder, murder, money, money
You
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