(Yuh uh uhh)
(Yuh uh uhh)
Bitch I'm down to ride
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
They won't come outside
They won't come outside
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
Take it from me I might sin
Got too much money I'm like damn
I know she love me but I can't, damn
Bitch I swear, I'm sliding anywhere
I don't, I don't play it fair
Call it up you know I'm there
They wanna hate on me cause I'm a kid
She wanna f*ck like she wanted my kid
Speaking on me but you know I'm too good
And now I'm getting rich just like I should
Bitch you playing with me, you wish you could
Walk up on me you might end up with some slugs
Bitch I really got this money out the mud
This a homicide, yuh
This a homicide, yuh
Yeah, yeah
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
Take it from me I might sin
Got too much money I'm like damn
I know she love me but I can't, damn
Okay f*ck all these ***** they doing it wrong
F*ck on yo bitch and I'm taking it off
I don't time to play games with you no
***** I don't got no pulse
Say you in love but the next day you off
Bitch I'm in love with myself so hop off
I did this all by myself, what you on
Feel like I'm on coke bitch I hate moving slow
F*ck yo new ***** we do not compare
I make what he make his whole life in a year
Now I'm making money and I do not share
Bitch you don't deserve me, I'm making it clear
Ice out my wrist, my fit to clean
Like Fazo said, my shirt got no sleeves
You f*cking lame
I remember everything you ever f*cking said
You f*cking hoe, hope you make it out of bed
Don't try to call me while I'm counting up my bread
(You f*cking hoe, hope you make it out of bed)
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
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(Yuh uh uhh)
(Yuh uh uhh)
Bitch I'm down to ride
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
They won't come outside
They won't come outside
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
Take it from me I might sin
Got too much money I'm like damn
I know she love me but I can't, damn
Bitch I swear, I'm sliding anywhere
I don't, I don't play it fair
Call it up you know I'm there
They wanna hate on me cause I'm a kid
She wanna f*ck like she wanted my kid
Speaking on me but you know I'm too good
And now I'm getting rich just like I should
Bitch you playing with me, you wish you could
Walk up on me you might end up with some slugs
Bitch I really got this money out the mud
This a homicide, yuh
This a homicide, yuh
Yeah, yeah
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
Take it from me I might sin
Got too much money I'm like damn
I know she love me but I can't, damn
Okay f*ck all these ***** they doing it wrong
F*ck on yo bitch and I'm taking it off
I don't time to play games with you no
***** I don't got no pulse
Say you in love but the next day you off
Bitch I'm in love with myself so hop off
I did this all by myself, what you on
Feel like I'm on coke bitch I hate moving slow
F*ck yo new ***** we do not compare
I make what he make his whole life in a year
Now I'm making money and I do not share
Bitch you don't deserve me, I'm making it clear
Ice out my wrist, my fit to clean
Like Fazo said, my shirt got no sleeves
You f*cking lame
I remember everything you ever f*cking said
You f*cking hoe, hope you make it out of bed
Don't try to call me while I'm counting up my bread
(You f*cking hoe, hope you make it out of bed)
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
(Yuh uh uhh)
Bitch I'm down to ride
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
They won't come outside
They won't come outside
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
Take it from me I might sin
Got too much money I'm like damn
I know she love me but I can't, damn
Bitch I swear, I'm sliding anywhere
I don't, I don't play it fair
Call it up you know I'm there
They wanna hate on me cause I'm a kid
She wanna f*ck like she wanted my kid
Speaking on me but you know I'm too good
And now I'm getting rich just like I should
Bitch you playing with me, you wish you could
Walk up on me you might end up with some slugs
Bitch I really got this money out the mud
This a homicide, yuh
This a homicide, yuh
Yeah, yeah
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
Take it from me I might sin
Got too much money I'm like damn
I know she love me but I can't, damn
Okay f*ck all these ***** they doing it wrong
F*ck on yo bitch and I'm taking it off
I don't time to play games with you no
***** I don't got no pulse
Say you in love but the next day you off
Bitch I'm in love with myself so hop off
I did this all by myself, what you on
Feel like I'm on coke bitch I hate moving slow
F*ck yo new ***** we do not compare
I make what he make his whole life in a year
Now I'm making money and I do not share
Bitch you don't deserve me, I'm making it clear
Ice out my wrist, my fit to clean
Like Fazo said, my shirt got no sleeves
You f*cking lame
I remember everything you ever f*cking said
You f*cking hoe, hope you make it out of bed
Don't try to call me while I'm counting up my bread
(You f*cking hoe, hope you make it out of bed)
This a homicide
Bitch I'm down to ride
F*ck her I might come inside
I got too much money, why
This a homicide
Catch you, unalive
See you on the other side
Bitch I got money sighted in
Writer: Jaden Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid