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warhol.ss & nino paid - murder she wrote lyrics

[intro: nino paid]
(d+mn, 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 sh+t i just pray that i don’t go broke (huh)
my new b+tch 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 n+ggas for nothin’, my brother gon’ bounce out on ’em, it’s murder she wrote (frrt)
n+ggas 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’ sh+t 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 b+tch in a trance, she all in my face, that d+mn 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 sp+ce is a whole ‘nother distance
too out of reach, b+tch gotta get on her toes if she want a chance to feel this (one chance)
i got a thing for a lit b+tch, 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 f+cks about feelings, i turn sh+t up tryna run this business (turn sh+t up)
bro rich as f+ck, but mad he can’t do much ’til this sh+t legitimate (sh+t)
got a few n+ggas 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 n+ggas ain’t stoppin’ this sh+t (alright)
[chorus: nino paid]
finally rich, but the way i’ve been spendin’ this sh+t i just pray that i don’t go broke (huh)
my new b+tch 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 n+ggas for nothin’, my brother gon’ bounce out on ’em, it’s murder she wrote (frrt)
n+ggas 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’ sh+t out (huh)
i know you just chasin’ the bag, i been told wannie, “stop cuttin’ up dope in the house”

- warhol ss nino paid lyrics

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