Murda Gang (Studio Session) lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, I'm young, wild, and I'm rich
I don't even want her (M-M-M-Murda)
G-Money gon' come take yo' b*tch

[Verse]
Young, wild, and I'm rich
I don't want yo' hoe, G-Money gon' come take yo' b*tch
Put that on my bros, run up on me, you get hit
Choppa with a scope, buckle up you know it's gon' be a ride, ayy, yeah, ayy
f*ck that b*tch, yeah, I'ma get inside, ayy, yeah, ayy
Mike P is a b*tch, that's on my life, ayy, yeah, ayy
I'm gon' put my di*k inside yo' wife, ayy, ayy, yeah, uh
n*gga it's payday, what the f*ck is a trayway?, hooh, ayy
I get—, haha
f*ckin' 'em up, don't give a sh*t, don't give a f*ck
She finna suck, swallow me up, gun on my hip, hollow me up, ooh
Sad boy sh*t, still keep a choppa on me, on that bad boy sh*t
Colored dreads with a gun in my hand, ooh
I think I need an accountant, uh, I'm finna count it, I count it, uh
I'm finna count it, I count it, uh I'm finna count it, I count it, uh
I think I need an accountant, I'm in the club with a bouncer, uh
.40 on me it's [?], that b*tch on me shе a cougar, uh
I f*ck that b*tch, not a loser, uh
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe choosin', uh
I just camе from London on that boujie sh*t, ooh, ayy
Mac all on my hip, ain't on that Uzi sh*t, yeah, ayy
Run up, you get hit, I got a ruler clip, uh
Versace on my .40, yup, yeah that Medusa, yep, yeah, ayy
I just came from London on some boujie sh*t, uh
Mac 11 on my bag, ain't on no Uzi sh*t
Back in, .40 on my—
Bad lil' b*tch, she gon' f*ck on my clique
Back in, packs in, I go shoppin' at Gucci you at PacksIn, uh
Why you actin'?, VVS on the way, it's avalanchin'
Get rich in a mansion, I'm a real n*gga, you a mannequin, ayy
Skywalk on these f*ck n*ggas like Anakin, yeah
I was at the door, they need to let me in, yeah
Lord forgive me, for, I know I'm finna sin, yeah
I ain't takin' L's, b*tch I'm finna M, ayy
But I'm still with No Limit, ayy, yeah I still got no limits, ayy
Run up on me, we kill it, ayy, ooh
I just left London, sh*t, it was bussin'
I had a show, ooh, almost jumped in the crowd or somethin'
Smoking the loudest loud, uh
f*ck n*ggas, they frontin'
Almost got fake lean, that sh*t wasn't nothin', yeah, ayy
Uh, yeah, ayy
Uh, yeah, ayy
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