Murda lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, b*tch, go
We like gettin' money, we like gettin' money
We like gettin' money, we like gettin' money
That boy talkin' 'bout some murder sh*t, we murder him (Go)
Keep on playin' with my money, we gon' bury him (Yeah)
Big, yeah, big
Yeah, big time, yeah, big time (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Okay, yeah, my gun ain't never finna turn on me (Go)
All I really speak is guapanese, stop talkin' please (Brr)

[Verse]
I'm from the 954, I gotta keep it on mе (Bah, bah)
I'ma shoot him in his mouth, he keep on talking (Bah, bah)
I been sippin' so much lean, I'm nevеr coughing (Sip, sip)
b*tch (Yeah), we gon' put your momma in a coffin, b*tch (Yeah)
I can't even f*ck 'round with these hoes (No, no)
I been gettin' money and it shows (Yes, ooh)
When this beat drop you better go (Go, go)
Yeah, when this beat drop you better- (Go)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, b*tch, go
We like gettin' money, we like gettin' money
We like gettin' money, we like gettin' money
That boy talkin' 'bout some murder sh*t, we murder him (Go)
Keep on playin' with my money, we gon' bury him (Yeah)
Big, yeah, big
Yeah, big time, yeah, big time (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Okay, yeah, my gun ain't never finna turn on me (Go)
All I really speak is guapanese, stop talkin' please (Brr)
[Outro]
b*tch
Bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah
Sip, sip
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