Is It A Crime Lyrics

Crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Money on my mind money making

On this paper chase ain't no time to wasting

More money baking

More Nikkas faking

Back talking on a G

Man I hope you face me

I could see they straight pus

Flick my tongue and taste it

Jo Krizzy from the block

New York the statement

And I'm grinding so I'm gon get it

Man I'm stuck up in this race n I'm gon finish

Yeah More money till it's more millions

Tryna roll my paper up till them gold ceilings

Homicide on my block with some cold killings

Murder rate homicide ain't no love in it

Get paper I'm tryna get money get my weight up

And I don't really care about a later

I'm tryna finish now I ain't tryna do no favors

If I tell my shawty wait

then she gotta see me later

Pussy on my mind while I'm dealing with some haters

I'm just grinding all the time it's too easy like a lay up

She's always on my mind but my money make me better

Like a L.A niggas chili like a New York niggas cheddar

Straight tripping L.A shawty had me straight tripping

A nigga even felt like he was slipping

I told her over text what a nigga really thinking

That I bust up in that thang raw dog a nigga tripping damn

Crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Like J kiss said i never be the brother to front

I be in LA wearing any colors I want

if you're feeling frog Homie I suggest you go jump

More money less space is the problems I want you know I get straight to it like the first of the month

And ignore that dumb shit like a bitch I don't want

Man believe me shawty I got this money in lumps

Bout to give out awards to these actors and such

Cheers cheers clap clap give applause if u want

Jay Chris put hands on anyone of u chumps

Man they see competition all I'm seeing is lunch

Dirty flow south Jo I'm just cleaning it up

Yea it's money over everything I'm tatting it up

So when I'm pipping up my shawty it's even over my nut

It's mo money mo problems I'm so Brooklyn what's up

I call shawty my cali she say New York what's up

She say I be playing games cuz I ain't hitting her up

And now I'm here feeling stuck

Because I'm hitting her up

She hits me back like what's up I tell her what's up with what

I'm spazzing out on my text she said I'm pressing my luck

Arguing back and forward it's like we both giving up

Only silence is speaking and I'm too far for a fuck

I'll keep G where I'm at

She'll keep it G if she wants

Shawty stuck in my head

An the chorus brings it back up

Crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime

Is it a crime