Murda Mami
Yeah! Pussies don't get p***y
Brooklyn (uh-huh)
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' b***h
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and s**t
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame ni***z bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, stash it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, ni***z treat her like a O. G.
First b***h in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe gt (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander Mcqueen
Bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, b***h walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
They're called skinny, my b***h is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it
It's like damn, b***h, ni***z lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these b*****s ain't never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
Aiyyo Ross, send them b*****s to the boss
The blood claat flyest bad b***h in New York
Y'all hoes better bow the f**k down and pay homage
I'm ten million sold and that's Soundscan knowledge
And all y'all rat b*****s sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my Chanel sock
Now I got the llama and Ermet's dark
Word to sly swifter fox who above me?
Say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
So ladies raise your glass to this man song
Money ain't a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, s**t could never be the same
Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealin with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm dealin with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box ni***z up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta live with it like uh