I get money, I get money
Uhh I’m getting paper
I ain’t playin’ ,I ain’t playin’
I smack the sh** 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 b**h
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 sh**
I come in and get started, fully extended clip
And better clap it if I’m drowning
Talk to me in the morning
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Next time if shots fire
This is the only warning