I get money, I get money
Uhh I'm getting paper
I ain't playin' ,I ain't playin'

I smack the %#@! out of haters
Come to bumping murder, uhh I make 'em sick
It's a warning, I'm tired of warning

Martini murder and you know we run the stakes
She shorty acting boujie but uhh her bag fake
I say it's snow in the convertable (*##$

Call me cousin chopper
See the one ain't call you that
'Cause I let the chopper go

Uncle Murda gave you a warning , I ain't giving you %#@!
I come in and get started, fully extended clip
And better clap it if I'm drowning

Talk to me in the morning
Next time if shots fire
This is the only warning