Money Mac N Murder Lyrics

This that money Mac and murder

We on some shit you never heard of

Marley get em say the word

Rico spit it in a verse

2 Sides how my mind works

Good or bad or get the worst

Heaven or hell from the hurst

Gotta prevail tho it hurt

Cant be fuckin wit them killas Naaa

Aye

We ah come and come and do ya

Aye

Ion fuck wit snakes Mudasa

Aye

Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya ya

Aye

Stackin money get ya Rula

Aye

Boombayah wit my shooter

Aye

We come to ball don't you cross us

Aye

Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya ya

Aye

I ride or I die

That's ambitions of a rider

4 Seater riding

Choppa blowin like Mariah

His momma hit them high notes

Crying she can't hide it

Her son at the front door

Fresh smell of gun smoke

Don't be jumpin out yo bones

You jump around and get smoked

On the floor ain't no more

Thought I told you I won't go

But they heart filled wit green

That's the greed

Guess he jealous

Guess his momma raised a bitch up

Boy I drip in gold

Niggas always running they mouth

In action bitch up

Think he got a lace front the way we split his wig up

You pussies keep fishin

You gone end up wit Piranhas

No honor

No peace from Ghana

Just homicides from killas

For talkin bumpin and chewing

They a can ya ass up

Dump ya noodles out the bowl

Maaan

These the type of killas

That'll kill ya heart in cold

I aint talkin Martin

Cuz the funny shit is old

Catch you like a cold

And wipe a nigga nose

Cant be fuckin wit them killas Naaa

Aye

We ah come and come and do ya

Aye

Ion fuck wit snakes Mudasa

Aye

Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya ya

Aye

Stackin money get ya Rula

Aye

Boombayah wit my shooter

Aye

We come to ball don't you cross us

Aye

Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya ya

Aye

Man down

Hands down

Nigga I'm the man now

Them haters turn to fans now

Talkin all dat hot shit

Ah get yo ass fanned down

Money by the bands now

Momma ima man now

Manned up from problem child

I showed em how you raise the crown

Stand high above the ground

Raise yo hand ignore the crowd

The crowd ain't nothing but the hate

The crown represents ya plate

Now bow ya head and say ya grace

Cuz everything I'm bout to do

Gone spin yo head like a quake

A rabbit in a turtle race

Marathons

This ain't a race

I'm trading good for better great

Don't need a hood dat show me hate

Fatherhood

It made me great

I'm on my knees

The world on my shoulders

But I swear to god I never ever break

See

Dey Shot me 6 times and I still got the time of day

I hustle stronger

Day by day

Cuz day by day

(Day by day)

We gone get better

(We gone get better)

Til we can't be beat

(Til we can't be beat)

Get better and better

(Get better and better)

Get better and better

(Get better and better)

Cant be fuckin wit them killas Naaa

Aye

We ah come and come and do ya

Aye

Ion fuck wit snakes Mudasa

Aye

Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya ya

Aye

Stackin money get ya Rula

Aye

Boombayah wit my shooter

Aye

We come to ball don't you cross us

Aye

Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya ya

Aye