Murda Beatz I Just

I just juuged a whole bag, whole bag

Got the damn plug mad

I just ran up the whole tab

That ain’t drank, take it back to the lab

Smokin’ cookie, cookie, gas

Pop a perky, I don’t want a half

Hit him with the choppa, splash

Bow, bow, bow, raw, splash

The plug with my right hand

The plug with my right hand

‘Til a nigga took him off

It was all a nigga plans, yep

First juug was a cutie

A trap life, I abused it

Kickin’ dope, buyin’ Trueys

Now I’m up, I bought an Uzi

50 thousand for a bust down

Know Kanye, I’m up now

My life on it, write on it

I’ma roll the dice on it

Only get one night, lil’ lady

Only get one night, lil’ homie

I’ma tell you that one time

I’ma give you that one line

Don’t cross a gun line

No, don’t cross a gun line

I’m drinkin’ on eight lines

Drinkin’ on eight lines

I dream of dollar signs

You know we don’t waste time

The plug on FaceTime

I pull up and draw, iron

Murda Beatz Ways

Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice

I look like a faucet, all these diamonds on me dancin’

That bitch on my dick and then she take my kids for ransom

I just pulled up in that thang, different thangs and they random

Pulled up with a bitch, different bitch and she random

I’mma really havin’ my way (yeah)

I’mma really havin’ my way (way)

I’mma really havin’ my way (yeah)

I be really havin’ my way

I be on my own (own)

Prolly smoking cookie all alone (all alone)

I don’t wanna smooch I want the dome (I want the dome)

All my money long my money cloned (my money cloned)

Stripper bitch and this your favorite song (your favorite)

I’mma have it my way (woo)

I need all this drank this drank just keep my mind straight (straight, straight)

Jewelry on her hands they going on a playdate (flex, woo)

Jewelry on her hands they going on a playdate (Lil Purpp)

I’mma have it my way (my way)

Jewelry on her hands they going on a playdate (playdate)

I need all this drank this drank just keep my mind straight (Lil Purpp)

Jewelry on her hands they going on a playdate

I look like a faucet, all these diamonds on me dancin’

That bitch on my dick and then she take my kids for ransom

I just pulled up in that thang, different thangs and they random

Pulled up with a bitch, different bitch and she random

I’mma really havin’ my way (yeah)

I’mma really havin’ my way (way)

I’mma really havin’ my way (yeah)

I be really havin’ my way

Murda Beatz Growth

(Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice)

Money knockin’ at my door

Three times in a row

Yeah she fine but she a hoe

Tell me something I don’t know

Take my shirt off at the show

Fucking dimes in a row

I’m in New York with D-Rose

Sometimes you gotta let it go

Black phantom thats a crow

I grinded hard for my bros

Now it’s time to have a toast

When I was broke then you went ghost

How bout the money I’m getting it

How bout the hoes I’m hittin

How you gonna start and not finish

Hop in the Rolls, it’s tinted

I gotta go in a minute

I’m about to dive in it

Taking my time with it

You know that she fine with it

Yeah she bad but she on go

Turn off the lights and I still glow

Don’t make me come and wipe your nose

This money got my body froze

Whippin and cookin a whatchamacallit

Went to the jeweler then bought me a watch for 40

I heard you were tellin, working for law and order

Lambo parkin, pick up an 80 in Charlotte

I know I’m a target, I know I’m a target

Had to switch the game up, got the bullet proof Rari

If I fucked your bitch, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry

Diamonds on my neck and wrist dancin like Rick Ricardo

I’m reading through the lines, even on the barcodes

I just popped a xan and I gave that bitch a narco

Pull up in Chicago, get the draco on with the tac on

In the valley with a model sniffin coco

My cash right, the good life

I don’t want no hood life, I’m so right

Left my last bitch, good night

Rollie on my wrist, 41 that’s the size

Money knockin’ at my door

Three times in a row

Yeah she fine but she a hoe

Tell me something I don’t know

Take my shirt off at the show

Fucking dimes in a row

I’m in New York with D-Rose

Sometimes you gotta let it go

Black phantom thats a crow

I grinded hard for my bros

Now it’s time to have a toast

When I was broke then you went ghost

Murda Beatz Pray

[Smokepurpp (A$AP Ferg):]

Lil Purpp

(Ayy)

(I play with your bitch clit like I play the guitar)

M-M-M-Murda

[A$AP Ferg:]

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Smokepurpp:]

I’m in the coupe, I’m with a bitch, ceiling got stars

Nigga want beef, he could get sparked, like a cigar

I’m on TV, I’m on the boards, bitch, I’m a star

Pray for my nig, pray for a brick, free all my dogs

Fuck that lil’ bitch, she got back pain

My Fiji and diamonds the same thing

Scope on that bitch it got good aim

Choppa make a nigga do the rain dance

Feel like I’m Thug, all YSL tell by the smell

45 pints, all of it Wok, came through the mail

[A$AP Ferg:]

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Smokepurpp:]

Got your bitch on molly, I came with a shotty

And I came alone, but I left with your shawty

Designer, I fuck your bitch with a katana

She take the dick like an assignment

Counting the green, it ain’t no salad

I know these niggas, they ain’t crying

Run up the check ’til my feet crying

And I blow bands in the weekend

Drippin’ the water, that Depend

Designer, I fuck your bitch with a katana

She take the dick like an assignment

Counting the green, it ain’t no salad

[A$AP Ferg:]

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

Murda Beatz She The Truth

[Quavo:]

She the truth

She the truth

She the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth, she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth

Yeah, she already know that

She pull up in the coupe, skrrt

She drop the top and then she smash it

Ooh, she thick like Kardashian

I told her I am a barbarian

She looked at me and started laughin’

She said I’m too deep in the game, no Shawn Marion

Say to me

What, what you sayin’?

What did you say? What did you say?

Tell me the truth, baby, tell me the truth

Do you want a young nigga to stay?

Do you want a young nigga to stay?

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth, she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

[Jeremih:]

In my mind, runnin’ ’round, racin’

Don’t stop, no need to pace it

Waterfall like she in the Caymans

Pussy so good, almost came in

Whip it like she workin’ in the kitchen

Hit it from the back, doin’ the dishes

Now I’m kissin’ her on the kitten

Told her not to scream, delicious

Wake up

Yeah, I did, I did

She said, “Boy don’t you mess my hair up, no”

I did, I did

Yeah her body be callin’

I be on a mission, she like the position

Wakin’ the neighbors, got 31 flavors

I’m doin’ her favors

She doin’ them tricks, she just did a split

Goddamnit she thick

Scream my name when I hit, wrote my name on her shit

I did it, I did

[Quavo:]

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth, she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

Murda Beatz Novacane

Novocaine, Press!

Murder, murder, murder shit

M-m-m-murda

He got pneumonia, his lung is no longer

I’m smokin’ deadmi, this that dead people aroma (this that deadmihana)

I fell in love with the stove and the toaster

I fell in love with my block and it was over

Quarter brick, half a brick got me feelin’ like OJ

Sleepin’ in my North Face, we come from the north, Jane (dat way)

Ran his ass down in my old Js

Caught him on the runway, my shooters shoot 4K (quality)

OT got me seasick

18 to a 3-6, they say we impressive

Pressa got them under pressure

Throw it in the blender, certified finesser

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

I’m on a Murda beat, now she think I’m Migos

Tell that bitch bend her knees like a free throw (swish)

I’m a boss, I’m not your type kind of people

Blue Feather co-sign Valentino

Hey yowa wait now, I’m so used to takeout

Steakhouse, I think it’s ’bout that time I make my way now

(They scared now)

Ever since I came ’round

I think I make ’em feel a way now

Hey now, wait now, so much on my plate now

They hate now

‘Cause I’m in every city like a Greyhound

I’m all about my money like my Paypal

These rappers in my city think they’re Drake now

I slide up on your block ’cause that’s my playground

Pressa got it off the breakdown

Colt 5th, bullets pick him up just like a forklift

Slide drift, mileage, my block’s what I worship

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

My pot look like porridge

My pot is enormous

All this work up in the kitchen’s overwhelmin’

All this work up in the kitchen’s overwhelmin’

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

Murda Beatz Yacht Master

[Swae Lee:]

We’re rolling

We’re rolling

And action

Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Some cameras just landed on me, we’re rolling

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what’s up (out of nowhere)

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Came in this bitch

It’s a shame I ain’t make a fuckin’ film, damn

Pills in my pocket tee

And I stay smokin’ on that fuckin’ kill

Know I gotta swang through

Bangin’ my shit, that other shit weird

I’m the fresh prince of the city

Got dranks in the back room, chill, check this out

Got Franks in my pocket, they chillin’

Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely

Seen that mothafuckin’ Porsche Carrera and got a boner

I don’t fuck with freeloaders, nah

Yacht Master Rollie

Some cameras just landed on me, out of nowhere

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homie, cool

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what’s up?

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so

[2 Chainz:]

She shaved off everything ‘cept for the landin’ strip

I’m on them 22s just like the Emmett Smith

You see me killin’ shit, reapin’ the benefits

You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6

Up all night hustlin’

Yellow gold like mustard

Been told ’em pass the Grey Poupon

Back when I had a cutlass

Y’all niggas just rusty

I put your bitch on a Huffy

Now we’re talkin’ paper, boy

Crip on a hundred acres, boy

All you do is hate with your boy

You act like a snake with your boy

You act like a fake with your boy

My pockets lookin’ like they ate your boy

Damn… holy moly

I don’t know if she wanna fuck me or my Rollie

Even Cartier lenses can see that you’re phoney

Anybody seen your style can tell that you stole it

[Swae Lee:]

Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Some cameras just landed on me, we’re rolling

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what’s up (out of nowhere)

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Murda Beatz M&Ms

M&Ms, M&Ms, hey

M&Ms, M&Ms, stack up your money, get M&Ms

M&Ms, M&Ms, stack up your money, get M&Ms

Them lil funny bitches on instagram

Me and Offset fucked like ten of them

Lamborghini we ain’t rentin’ them

These niggas broke we not built like them

Fresh out the courthouse, now I’m sittin’ courtside

When I fucked your bitch, I took her to the abort house

She’s a lil sore now, but who gives a fuck ’bout her

You really care about her, treat that lil bitch like a nobody

Oh Lord, oh Lord, I got the racks and you know it

Sippin’ on Act, we don’t Moët

Put on my diamonds, I show it

My pockets are swole, on steroids

Sippin’ on Actavis, paranoid

Drop top Phantom on Melrose

Before the rap it was a elbow

Where is my top, where the hell it go?

Fuckin’ your bitch, need to let her go

If I go on a lick you’d be scared though

I’m trappin’, but duckin’ the feds though

I’m rich, I’m not average, I’m a bastard

My cars is way more faster

I’m outer space like I’m with NASA

I’m stompin’ ’em out like a Alpha, Kappa

I give out the dot like a raffle

I’m not with all that bibble and babble

Just bought my momma a big castle

You flexin’, you a actor

I’m flyer than a pterodactyl

They bitin’ the dab like a apple

Thankin’ god I’m not in no shackles

M&Ms, M&Ms, stack up your money, get M&Ms

M&Ms, M&Ms, stack up your money, get M&Ms

Lil funny bitches on instagram

Me and Offset fucked like ten of them

Lamborghini we ain’t rentin’ them

These niggas broke we not built like them

Fresh out the courthouse, now I’m sittin’ courtside

When I fucked your bitch, I took her to the abort house

She’s a lil sore now, but who gives a fuck ’bout her

You really care about her, treat that lil bitch like a nobody (fuck nigga)

Reach for my chain, fifty .45 ya

I’ma shoot out your ho ’bout ya

I’ma kill all of your folks by ya

I’ma dip out for my lowrider

I be sellin’ lots of coke out here (fuck nigga)

I be frontin’ to my folks out here

I be sendin’ that pack, its straight from Oakland

You know prices they get low out here

I do not have no kinfolks out here

So I cannot trust a soul out here

I’ma hit ’em with Mac 11 (Brr)

If you try to play me like ho out here

Yeah I run my, run my money up

You niggas broke, they not rich as us

All my hitters in the club at one time

Sneakin’ my gun out it in my nuts

I spent two hundred on my whip

I just put tint on my windows

I got rentals for my hittas

I won’t hesitate to send em

Little fuck nigga wanna gunplay

Shoot a lil nigga on a Sunday

Put the gun in the lil nigga mouth

Make his ass sing like Beyoncé

M&Ms, M&Ms, stack up your money, get M&Ms

M&Ms, M&Ms, stack up your money, get M&Ms

Lil funny bitches on instagram

Me and Offset fucked like ten of them

Lamborghini we ain’t rentin’ them

These niggas broke we not built like them

Fresh out the courthouse, now I’m sittin’ courtside

When I fucked your bitch, I took her to the abort house

She’s a lil sore now, but who gives a fuck ’bout her

You really care about her, treat that lil bitch like a nobody

Murda Beatz Pockets

[Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz:]

Aye, gang

Lil Purpp bless yo trap

Gang (phew, phew)

M-M-M-Murda

[Smokepurpp:]

I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)

Fuck a friend, money important

Look at my neck and it’s snowin’

Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)

Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)

You can’t see me through them glasses (what)

All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)

Diamonds, they all on my body lil’ nigga

VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter

All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

I’m at the apartments

Niggas come through, it’s a one stop shop

Louis my garments

Run up the racks when I fuck at the apartment

Your baby wanna fuck (look up)

I don’t wanna fuck I tell her suck my watch

You get no warning

We on the block and we made that shit hot (Lil Purpp)

Ooh, choppa got a lot of kick back

Just met the bitch, had to kick back

Send me a text, don’t get shit back (ooh)

Fuck the bitch, I don’t do chit-chat

We ride around with the big mags

Nigga get popped like a tic tac (Lil Purpp)

Smokin’ on bubble, that piss pack (ooh)

Run up the racks, yeah I did that (Lil Purpp)

Run up on me, push yo shit back

Lil Purpp the best and that big facts

Ooh, pour up a six and two

Walk out of Saks, spend a hundred on shoes

Fuck that lil’ bitch and she wet like a pool (Lil Purpp)

I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)

Fuck a friend, money important

Look at my neck and it’s snowin’

Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)

Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)

You can’t see me through them glasses (what)

All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)

Diamonds they all on my body lil’ nigga

VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter

All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

Whoa, Lil Purpp be ridin’ with poles (poles)

And I am sick like I just got a cold (cold)

He said he ridin’ but he went and told (Lil Purpp)

Ooh, bad bitch and she red like the bean (bean)

Bitch we got money like Mayweather team (team)

Young nigga juggin’ since I was thirteen (teen)

Jump in that Rari, I’m hittin’ two hundred (skrrt)

Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her cousin (skrrt)

9 in the morning and my cellphone buzzin’

Stayed in the trap and we breakin’ out onions

Maison Margiela and mixed with Givenchy

Count up the racks, young nigga got plenty

How many bitches I need me about twenty

Sippin’ on lean, I don’t fuck with the Henny

I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)

Fuck a friend, money important

Look at my neck and it’s snowin’

Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)

Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)

You can’t see me through them glasses (what)

All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)

Diamonds they all on my body lil’ nigga

VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter

All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)

She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

Murda Beatz Intro

Love keeps me from falling

Lord have mercy

How I keep on hoping to God’s soul

From all this pressure