Yeah, Jeffery
This that murda murda, nam–
This that kill bill shit, namsayin? 
Lets get it
Cash talk on the opps 
Tell her to suck on my monster 
Cash talk, Im a mobster 
Cash talk, Im a mobster 
We pull up and murk niggas
We pull up and murk niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
We pull up and burn niggas 
Money make em do the job
Money make em do the job 
Tell me who gon do the job 
Make your own niggas do the job, yeah 
If you tryna live large
Gotta go and do the job 
My diamonds wet, boy 
Like a nigga went joggin 
Hop up out the coupe on em 
Hop up out the roof on em
Put a hundred shots on em
We aint leave no proof on em 
Catch the news, bout time 
Funerals on lines 
RIP to Shawty Lo 
Why the real ones dying? 
Why these pussy niggas lying? 
If you scared, why you rhyme? 
A body fuck around and drop 
Your bitch just might drop a dime 
And anyway Im just getting in
And anyway Im just hitting it and Im quitting it
Id rather sleep with digits , hey
She ride around with that Ritalin
She ride the Rolls with some real niggas 
She ride the Rolls with some trill niggas 
She pop your head bout a real nigga 
She do you dirty bout a real nigga 
She leave you dead bout a real nigga 
She leave you slumped bout a real nigga 
Put you in the trunk bout a real nigga 
She do it right, right, right, right 
She do it right for a real nigga 
She do it right, right, right, right 
All day and night for a real nigga 
She do it right, right, right, right 
Every time for a real nigga 
She do it right, right, right, right
No disguise for a real nigga
Cash talk on the opps 
Tell her to suck on my monster 
Cash talk, Im a mobster 
Cash talk, Im a mobster 
We pull up and murk niggas
We pull up and murk niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
We pull up and burn niggas 
Money make em do the job 
Money make em do the job 
Tell me who gon do the job 
Make your own niggas do the job, yeah 
If you tryna live large
Gotta go and do the job 
My diamonds wet, boy 
Like a nigga went joggin
Got water like Niagara Falls
Ima come through and put brain on your wall
Turn that bitch up and Versace her draws
Smoke me some trees and its stuffed in with logs 
I went so up and I also went down
Then found myself in the lost and found
Two years later, bitch, look at me now
Hunnid dollars stacked up taller than yall 
 call her lil bitch, shell be paying my 
And whole lotta cars, but right now look at my watch 
And I know whole lotta stylists tryna work, but look at my style 
And I know whole lotta hoes on apeshit tryna go wild 
Whats up with the 
Aint giving a shit
Go home with your hoes 
Like this is what you get 
For the next time 
Ima gon spend a brick 
Ima gon buy Chanel, Louis, Gucci, all that shit 
Flexing with the snake 
Louis Vuitton with the belts
Chanel with the vintage 
I got the bitch litty 
She looking like a lick
Now they wanna lick her
I make her shut the lamp, pop the pussy
Nut on them titties
Cash talk on the opps
Tell her to suck on my monster
Cash talk, Im a mobster
Cash talk, Im a mobster
We pull up and murk niggas
We pull up and murk niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We pull up and burn niggas
Money make em do the job
Money make em do the job
Tell me who will do the job
Make your own niggas do the job, yeah
If you tryna live large
Gotta go and do the job
My diamonds wet, boy
Like a nigga went joggin