Murder She Wrote

[Intro: Nino Paid]

(Damn, Drako, you made this?)

Come on (Alright)

You ready? Let's do it

[Chorus: Nino Paid]

Finally rich, but the way I’ve been spendin' this shit I just pray that I don't go broke (Huh)

My new bitch bad, my new crib fatter than ever and I still got my foot on they throat (Alright)

It’s amazing, we stuck to the plan, I love all the fans, I love when they say I'm the GOAT (I can't go back)

I don't pay niggas for nothin', my brother gon' bounce out on 'em, it's murder she wrote (Frrt)

Niggas gon’ change for a dollar, it could be your brother, that’s somethin' I already know (Already know)

Take me to Neimans, I’m thinkin' 'bout when I ain't have it, and same time pickin’ shit out

I know you just chasin' a bag, I been told Wannie, "Stop cuttin' up dope in the house"

[Verse 1: Warhol.SS & Nino Paid]

Popstar jewelry, the wrist hot topic

Pricing a four fourty-eight, finna cop it

I caught the bitch in a trance, she all in my face, that damn near count as a body

Five star Michelin, eat at the finest, she got a head on her, but she ain't the brightest

I'm moving tact' like a Seal or Marine, with a big four nickel, I'm no Street Fighter

Yeah, ayy, creating space is a whole 'nother distance

Too out of reach, bitch gotta get on her toes if she want a chance to feel this (One chance)

I got a thing for a lit bitch, I'm flexin' and stretching, a gymnast (Flexin')

I don't even wanna talk, I be in my moods, I'm chasin' it, tryna instant (I'm chasin')

I don't give two fucks about feelings, I turn shit up tryna run this business (Turn shit up)

Bro rich as fuck, but mad he can't do much 'til this shit legitimate (Shit)

Got a few niggas hating, they can't come around, but I got a reason for everything (All I need)

I'm one of the hardest, pound-for-pound, I'm beating 'em down, the bell rang (Cool)

I waited, I'm finally ready, I know I'ma blow and you niggas ain't stoppin' this shit (Alright)

[Chorus: Nino Paid]

Finally rich, but the way I've been spendin' this shit I just pray that I don't go broke (Huh)

My new bitch bad, my new crib fatter than ever and I still got my foot on they throat (Alright)

It's amazing, we stuck to the plan, I love all the fans, I love when they say I'm the GOAT (I can't go back)

I don't pay niggas for nothin', my brother gon' bounce out on 'em, it's murder she wrote (Frrt)

Niggas gon' change for a dollar, it could be your brother, that's somethin' I already know (Already know)

Take me to Neimans, I'm thinkin' about when I ain't have it, and same time pickin' shit out (Huh)

I know you just chasin' the bag, I been told Wannie, "Stop cuttin' up dope in the house"