Murda

I got a piece, for all the drama Walking around like I'm president Obama Yeah you see me with a team, deeper than the secret service Drop-drop-drop it down baby girl, you know it's worth it Heard you looking for the shit, go get some tissue Let's pay some bills, pockets fatter than a Swisha It's Rocketshipshawty bout to drop another missile Put this bottle to your lips baby girl and french kiss it You ain't innocent at all, it's fucking murder Pour up, more shots in the burner, nah All I see is ass, prolly looking so perverted Getting money is the crime, baby guilty is the verdict (We up) Get higher (Get high) Get higher (Get high) Get higher (Get high) Get higher (Get high) You ain't innocent at all It's, it's fucking murder Shots in the burner More shots in the burner You ain't innocent at all It's, it's fucking murder Shots in the burner More shots in the burner The king had a dream, I think I'm living These haters sour cause they're riding in the limit Heads to the sky, it ain't a limit But you gotta about a minute girl, to make up a decision Is you rocking with the team, or the opposition? Put you in the game, just gotta play your position See you the baddest here, ain't gotta hold a petition Playing with your straw, I've been staring at you sipping You ain't innocent at all, it's fucking murder Turn up, more shots in the burner Saying that you're straight as an arrow, I can turn you Baby ain't nobody flyer, I know you can feel the turbulence (We up) Get higher (Get high) Get higher (Get high) Get higher (Get high) Get higher (Get high) You ain't innocent at all It's, it's fucking murder Shots in the burner More shots in the burner You ain't innocent at all It's, it's fucking murder Shots in the burner More shots in the burner No angels allowed Baby you ain't innocent, caught up in that whirlwind Molly in the evening, girls kissing girls, and I ain't here to judge at all, tryna get my twirl in Benefits of fucking with 'em, shitting on your girlfriends Woo! The party girls run the night, baby Hah, cause boring bitches ain't my type, ladies Mix it up, I'm in the French vanilla white lady And got rich selling all this ice ice baby Murda, murda, shots coming from everywhere Glow in the dark, Don P's flowing heavy here (YUGH!) Another movie in the making Starring all these bitches, on these couches half naked (Push)