I get money, I get money Uhh I'm getting paper I ain't playin', I ain't playin' I smack the shit out of haters
Come to bumping murder, uhh I make 'em sick It's a warning, I'm tired of warning Martini murder and you know we run the stakes She shorty acting boujie but uhh her bag fake I say it's snow in the convertable bitch Call me cousin chopper See the one ain't call you that 'Cause I let the chopper go Uncle Murda gave you a warning, I ain't giving you shit I come in and get started, fully extended clip And better clap it if I'm drowning Talk to me in the morning Next time if shots fire This is the only warning
