| Detroit, mother fucker
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| What, bitch?
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| It’s easy to have a mother fucker kill
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| Watch your back, fool
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| Look me up, bitch
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| We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene (Come on)
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| It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| We don’t accept checks, we only murder for cash
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| So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| What’s hanging out of your fist grip? |
| Cheddar?
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| So tell me playa, who is it that you need deaded
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| Cause I don’t give a fuck who he is or wher he stay
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| Or even his kid’s nams as long as I get paid
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| So how you want it? |
| Blood soaked or dry?
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| As soon as paper hits palm, somebody finna die
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| Fetty for murder just one way a Ryda live
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| Or I might take your skrilla and pop you bitch
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| Hide your bullet, cause I’m out of control and I move fast
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| I blow the baby outta stroller for the right amount of cash |
| Bullet hold your wife for you, leave the money in the bag
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| But then I dump on you from paranoia, you the type to brag
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| I keep it dirtay, and stab wounds don’t hurt me
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| Wind me up with chedda and then I bust, is how you work me
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| And fuck drama, I give a fuck less about her mama
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| While she crying at the funeral, we in the Bahamas
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| I need the money, bitch
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| We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene
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| It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| Come out yo' pockets hoe, I’ll get you anything you need
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| Murder for hire indeed, come with it
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| I’m a one-armed bandit with a sawed off that I keep on the low
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| It’s only used for my hitman dough
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| Just released to the streets, another mouth you gotta feed
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| Homicide, employs me, man, even Rydas gotta eat
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| Keep it simple, duffle sack packed with the green shit
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| I pitch you with the address, and watch the beef get dealt with
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| I’m fresh out the shop and sprayed with cans of paint |
| Doin' a buck twenty switching from lane to lane
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| That’s when I gotta hear the call somebody wanted to hear
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| Somebody with no cash was talkin' some cash shit
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| Now when they lay down they gon' stay down to quit
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| So I ain’t playin' I’ma dump high clips for mad chips
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| In the name of profit I exterminate for the game
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| I charge a hundred K a shot, and I got real bad aim
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| So get your money, man
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| We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene
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| It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| We don’t accept checks we only murder for cash (And for the Hatchet)
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| So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass (Bang)
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| on my two-way, the number is listed
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| Just below cold blooded killer, no remorse for the victims
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| On call like a doctor I don’t need no fucking scalpel
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| My tool is a chopper, in this bitch I’ve made of shrapnel |
| I paint the block red up and down with your blood
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| And rummage through your pockets to clean out all your goods
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| No payment is needed, yo I do this shit for free
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| Your blood will be shed, satisfaction guaranteed, bitch
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| It’s for the money, pay up, spray up, more green to weigh ya
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| My name’s Converse, stay up, load the K up
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| Bust nine’s, ring your bell like wind chimes
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| Bought a brand new Benz truck with only quarters and dimes
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| So when we call for a murder, the super soaker inserter
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| Tell your mama get my money or I’m gonna have to squirt her
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| Bitch I’m not playin' cut you like I’m DJin'
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| Converse will kill them all for the right price payin'
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| We murderin' for money and we' mob on the scene
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| It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
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| We don’t accept checks we only murder for cash
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| So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass
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| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |