"Murda Gang (Young, Wild And Rich)" lyrics
(M-M-M-Murda)
Chasin' the check, I'm on one
Skrrt, ayy, uh, chasin' the check, I'm on one
These niggas don't want no problems
Bro in the cut with the choppa
Nigga, you don't want no problems
Smoking on that ganja
I'm so high, it's a problem
Fuck with me, you a goner
We handle all our problems
Fuck niggas, we don't fuck with 'em
.40 on me like a boxer, uppercut niggas
I spent a stack and a half, I'm not modest, you know I'm living lavish
Sad boy, but I still tote my gun, like a super savage
Ooh, uh, it shoot like an automatic, yeah, ooh, ayy
Catch yo' nigga up in traffic, yeah, oh
Make him disappear, I call it magic, yeah, ayy
Balling super hard, I feel like Magic, oh, ayy, yeah
I ball out just like the Mavericks, yeah, ayy
You is fake, you not no super savage
But me, I put the super in savage, yeah
I get my hand on my ratchet, yeah
Run up on me, I'ma blast it, yeah
You ain't bout that action
You ain't bout that action
You ain't bout that action (Chasin' the check, I'm on one)
You ain't bout that action
You ain't...
Skrrt, ayy, uh, chasin' the check, I'm on one
These niggas don't want no problems
Bro in the cut with the choppa
Nigga, you don't want no problems
Smoking on that ganja
I'm so high, it's a problem
Fuck with me, you a goner
We handle all our problems
Fuck niggas, we don't fuck with 'em
.40 on me like a boxer, uppercut niggas
I spent a stack and a half, I'm not modest, you know I'm living lavish
Sad boy, but I still tote my gun, like a super savage
Chasin' the check, I'm on one
Skrrt, ayy, uh, chasin' the check, I'm on one
These niggas don't want no problems
Bro in the cut with the choppa
Nigga, you don't want no problems
Smoking on that ganja
I'm so high, it's a problem
Fuck with me, you a goner
We handle all our problems
Fuck niggas, we don't fuck with 'em
.40 on me like a boxer, uppercut niggas
I spent a stack and a half, I'm not modest, you know I'm living lavish
Sad boy, but I still tote my gun, like a super savage
Ooh, uh, it shoot like an automatic, yeah, ooh, ayy
Catch yo' nigga up in traffic, yeah, oh
Make him disappear, I call it magic, yeah, ayy
Balling super hard, I feel like Magic, oh, ayy, yeah
I ball out just like the Mavericks, yeah, ayy
You is fake, you not no super savage
But me, I put the super in savage, yeah
I get my hand on my ratchet, yeah
Run up on me, I'ma blast it, yeah
You ain't bout that action
You ain't bout that action
You ain't bout that action (Chasin' the check, I'm on one)
You ain't bout that action
You ain't...
Skrrt, ayy, uh, chasin' the check, I'm on one
These niggas don't want no problems
Bro in the cut with the choppa
Nigga, you don't want no problems
Smoking on that ganja
I'm so high, it's a problem
Fuck with me, you a goner
We handle all our problems
Fuck niggas, we don't fuck with 'em
.40 on me like a boxer, uppercut niggas
I spent a stack and a half, I'm not modest, you know I'm living lavish
Sad boy, but I still tote my gun, like a super savage
