Murder For Hire

Bread Winner Association

Comission guys are it

We got it for the next two summers, nigga

Take her backseat watch this

It's Holiday Season, bitch

Money count don't stop

Foreign cars, bad bitches

Suitcase full of money

Nigga I don't get tired

Money really make me feel like I could be somebody

When I pull up in that Benz, beaucoup freaks surround me

I was born with a plug who am I to lie

You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny

Money comin' to me ridin' round with duffel bags

Stacks of dirty money wrapped in beaucoup rubber bands

I was born with a plug who am I to lie

You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny

My bitch is Tahoe, this whip came equipped with Moscato

My driver be drivin' me around

Gunner and Boobie, my clique full of shooters look stupid

They sendin' them rounds

While I'm in bounds, awkwardly I got an ounce

Groupies be followin' me around

Want me the take off the rubbers, you dummy it's nothin'

You fuck with a few of my rounds

Britches ain't baggy, but my pants are saggin'

This Five Panel hat and I just turned it backwards

Somewhat eclectic I don't fuck with rappers

I'm not into swaggin' but they love my swagger

Your bitch is an animal, fuck from the back

And it's somewhat degradin' the way I behave with her

Want me to stay with her, I could just play with her hard

On her feelings won't kiss her, won't lay with her

Bitch I got paper to get

If I'm broke then I'd probably end up unhappy

I'm a ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics

My bitch didn't deliver a package

The neighbor was snoopin', he threatened to take me to court

And you know we look at it like rattin'

Nigga out in front of his home felt like aiming this long

But that shit wasn't even effective

Where the bands at, rubber band that

Caught money givin' orders to a bitch, excuse me?

Fynna say orders to your bitch

I ain't really even really wanna argue this shit I got a condo and a crib

And the people that I own it check, now nigga come get it how you live

Put that on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my nigga Weep got a feelin' that I'm on a muthafuckin' wig

Carve a pussy not at all a pussy, would it bother you or can I call you pussy?

On the phone with a bitch I can call for pussy, I ain't feed her no dick Im'ma starve the pussy

Ball with the balls and my arms in the pause, run a nigga up with his arms in the car

In the car unalarm, in the car with a alarm I was talkin' bout the feds if your offed then your on

I'm in love with the way the money come off of these drugs

My conversations addictive some people might catch 'em a buzz

While you was in jail this nigga was fuckin' your fiancé

That bitch gon' love and she gon' kik but she not Beyonce

Niggas playin' with my niggas when they not here

You know you owe some niggas money its gon' sound fair

Treat my nigga like he you a pussy nigga

And don't be rappin' on his name with all you pussy niggas

Ball, welcome to Puerto Rico

Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico

Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico

Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico

You got that in there?

Let me hear that nigga