"MURDER SHE WROTE" lyrics

Come on...
You ready? Let's do it...

Finally rich but the way I been spending this shit
I just pray that I don't go broke

My new bitch bad, my new crib fatter than ever
And I still got my foot on they throat

It's amazing we stuck to the plan
I love all the fans, I love when they say I'm the goat

I don't pay nigga for nothing
My brudda gon' bounce out on em, it's murder she wrote

Nigga'll change for a dollar
It could be yo brotha, that's something I already know

Take me to Neimens
I'm thinking 'bout when I ain't have it
And same time picking shit out

I know you just chasing a bag
I been told Wannie stop cutting up dope in the house

Pop star jewelry, the wrist hot topic
Pricing a 448, finna cop it

I caught the bitch in a trance
She all in my face, that damn near count as a body

5 star Michelin, eat at the finest
She got a head on her but she ain't the brightest

I'm moving tact like a SEAL or marine
With a big .40 nick, I am no street fighter

Yeah
Creating space is a whole nother distance
Too out of reach, the bitch gotta get on her toes
If she want a chance to feel this

I got a thing for a lit bitch
I'm flexing and stretching a gymnast
I don't even wanna talk, I be in my mood
I'm chasing it tryna instant

I don't give two fucks 'bout feelings
I turnt shit up tryna run this business

Bro rich as fuck but mad
He can't do much 'til this shit legitimate

Got a few nigga hating
They can't come 'round
But I got a reason for everything

I'm one of the hardest pound for pound
I'm beating em down, the bell rang

I'm waiting, I'm finally ready
I know I'm a blow and you nigga ain't stopping this shit

Finally rich but the way I been spending this shit
I just pray that I don't go broke

My new bitch bad, my new crib fatter than ever
And I still got my foot on they throat

It's amazing we stuck to the plan
I love all the fans, I love when they say I'm the goat

I don't pay nigga for nothing
My brudda gon' bounce out on em, it's murder she wrote

Nigga'll change for a dollar
It could be yo brotha, that's something I already know

Take me to Neimens
I'm thinking 'bout when I ain't have it
And same time picking shit out
I know you just chasing a bag
I been told Wannie stop cutting up dope in the house