[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Killed the game, took home the obituary
Paper stacked thick in my pocket, like a dictionary
CEO, yes I'm fucking on my secretary
Two pistols on me, so security isn’t necessary
Business never personal, personally about the versatile
Business meeting, pull up in a Bentley Coupe convertible
You the shit? Shit I ain't ever heard of you
Figuratively and literally and physically I'll murder you
Money got a vertical, high jumpin’ heard a ya
Drinking, rolling purple up, standing on the furniturе
It ain't nothing funnier than when you fuck your money up
I rock mе some diamonds up, to ball right in front of ya
It's Gucci!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See I part it till I'm wide, n****
Spend money till I'm mufuckin tired, n****
Type of shit I do is foreign, niggas never heard of
So lethal, you might as well call it a murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder was the case
Murder
And if he's missin' you try to retrieve them
Told you he was abducted, and you did not believe him
It's been a lil minute since you and ya niggas seen him
His body’s probably decayin’ up in a mausoleum
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
It's hard to describe it, how I’ll inflict the murder ration
Bullets probably poison or chop a nigga, amputation
Focus my litmus how I body shit beautiful
The way I murder niggas, I should cop me a funeral home
See the way I kill be bouncin' to the bongo
You could see
How I beat drippin' with diamonds from the Congo stupidly
Everything expensive, tuition is crowded
See the problem is there's so much I’m tired of talking about it (more for me)
Yeah how I be slaughtering niggas
Remember, there, Dr. Kevorkian wit it I tell ya
I'm saying, from the north to south, from the east where we massacre the claw may you forever rest in peace
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See I part it till I'm wide, n****
Spend money till I'm mufuckin tired, n****
Type of shit I do is foreign, niggas never heard of
So lethal, you might as well call it a murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder was the case
Murder
And if he's missin' you try to retrieve them
Told you he was abducted, and you did not believe him
It's been a lil minute since you and ya niggas seen him
His body's probably decayin' up in a mausoleum
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz!
Button down shirts church services and quotes
She got that killer pussy, murder she wrote
I'm addicted to deep throat, glass of pinot
You know my hobby, probably makin' C-notes
You know what we on, we and a Fonzworth Bentley
Throw money till my motherfucking arms hurt
I'm a star, no mufuckin' Converse
You ain't talking money, we ain't gon' mufuckin' converse
Duffle bag baby, we beyond purse
If everything is too big, it's enormous
Yeah since we talkin' bout matters
Money over everything, I put it in the attic
2 Chainz!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See I part it till I'm wide, n****
Spend money till I'm mufuckin tired, n****
Type of shit I do is foreign, niggas never heard of
So lethal, you might as well call it a murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder was the case
Murder
And if he's missin' you try to retrieve them
Told you he was abducted, and you did not believe him
It's been a lil minute since you and ya niggas seen him
His body's probably decayin' up in a mausoleum