Lyrics:

If money means murder mama
Murder is tha plan
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

(Blaze ya dead homie)
Ever since i remember mama
I could neva please u
I could neva walk tha path u wanted me 2
And i refused 2 listen everytime and
Watch u scream at the top of ya lungs until u cry
Even though i hated it
I think back now 2 myself i neva changed it
I would steal your bike
And i would steal your watch
I'd even steal the lawnchairs from your bitch ass porch
And thuggin was my main hobby
I bought a 3 8 0 just in case sumbody robbed me
Mama mad now cuz i got heat
Pocket full of money new shoes on my feet
I even put 500 hundred on that rent
But my mama's stubborn ass flush that shit down the toilet
(No drug money in this household)
That was 500 hundred dollars
Damn mama u cold

Chorus(not complete)
All the winds and tha tides have change
Crime will pay
And pave the way
Lets be real mama i ain't change
If money means murder mama
Murder is tha plan
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain't change)
Theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day
Crime will pave the way
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