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william bu$h – murked lyrics

[intro]
this is an mb13 production
wagwan goldshtein
major music studios

[hook]
i’m making the money
fam, i be running the work (work)
you got a ting, you got a ting, but your ting is murked
i’m making the money
fam, i be running the work (work)
you got a ting, you got a ting, but your ting is murked

[verse 1]
your ting is murked and i’m going bezerk
so tt like i just popped the perc
i got my pack, i’m about to attack
spending my money just to make it back
shorty she knows i’m the man, yea
she love me when she off the xan, yea
truey is all of my pants, yea
i do what i want, cause i can, yea

[verse 2]
catch up these shots, like i’m fighting in the navy
drowning in this guap, like please somebody save me
you a b-tch, ima smack you -ss to h-ll boy
lookin like a bellboy, straight from the hotel boy
we bust our shots, we aim for your head
were seeing the red, and i’m leaving you dead
making the money, i’m eating the bread
gotta stay six, watch out for the feds
run up on the block like d-mn you cannot follow
popping your grannies pills like this sh-t hard to swallow
i’m with my gang, send me the flame
talkin that sh-t, fam don’t mention my name (ay, ay)
and stay in your lane
i got my pang, and we running the game
feelin so crazy, i’m going insane
ain’t gonna be lazy, i’m chasing the fame
i see my goal, i see my mission
bringing the game, the compet-tion
straight to the cut, i said f-ck the audition
dropping these bangers, i see recognition
i’m balling like griffin
i got the b that we rippin
and i’m gettin so tt, hennessy that we sippin

[hook x2]
i’m making the money
fam, i be running the work (work)
you got a ting, you got a ting, but your ting is murked
i’m making the money
fam, i be running the work (work)
you got a ting, you got a ting, but your ting is murked

[verse 3]
pheen outta my face, i dont care if your slumped
pick up more loud, you gon’ find yourself jumped
i’m still the king and im coppin my trophy
i’m glo-in up, makin money b-tches know me
flashin my bands, finessin the xans
we in the whip, and we crashing the jams
running the game, like i am the man
you see me plottin like i got my plan
b-tch you dont know me, i’m livin lowkey
this for my brothers, man this for my fam
room full of smoke, yea this sh-t is cloudy
zoomin in the streets, like yea i copped an audi
spendin the money, i don’t need a reason
gotta thank god, for a sundress season
f-ck what you think, i came for the money
f-ck with the bellys, man this sh-t ain’t funny
dont make a sound, put you to the ground
feel like a king, i be sn-tchin the crown
wanna compete?, fam i’m too elite
step up your game cause i’m bringing the heat
your ting with the henny, she about to yack
your ting ain’t running play, you can have that ting back
gang on deck, chasing the check
got my squad boolin it, in the vtec

[outro x2]
but your ting is murked
fam i say your ting is murked
i’m making the money, i’m making the money
i’m running the work

[the grinch]
yo, send me the spliff

- william buh lyrics

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