Hit the club with bad bitches,
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties,
Super clean, fo' sho get ‘em,
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the
murder business.
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack, bang bang, we in the murder business.
My outfit? It murk bitches, click clack, bang bang, we in the murder business.
Iggy, do it Biggie, tell ‘em keep
sendin' bottles, Imma pop fifty,
These other bitches think they hot?
Not really.
She a broke ho, that's how you know she not with me.
Keep my heels on high, ride or die,
760 Li, ridin' fly,
I'm the God's honest truth, they decide to lie,
They just divide they legs, I divide the pie,
And nah, nah, nah, nobody diggin' y'all, hoes,
When Iggy in the spot, they be iggin' y'all, hoes.
I'm cold, get in that thang,
Kill bitches dead, click clack, bang bang, it's the murder business.
Hit the club with bad bitches,
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties,
Super clean, fo' sho get ‘em,
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the
murder business.
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack, bang bang, we in the murder business.
My outfit? It murk bitches, click clack, bang bang, we in the murder business.
Peezy, we got them queazy, give these hoes a hard time, make it look easy,
I'm the first of my kind, you ain't seen any,
We gonna eat this bread ‘cause we make plenty,
Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly.
You ain't gotta do a shit but stay broke and die,
While I keep makin' hits with these coca lines.
Shit, I'm IMAX big, you poster size,
And nah, nah, nah, they ain't feelin' y'all, hoes,
If you was on fire, wouldn't piss on y'all,
hoes.
I'm cold, get in that thang,
Kill bitches dead, click clack, bang bang, it's the murder business.
Hit the club with bad bitches,
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties,
Super clean, fo' sho get ‘em,
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the
murder business.
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack, bang bang, we in the murder business.
My outfit? It murk bitches, click clack, bang bang, we in the murder business.
Outfit perfect, hit the scene, hurt shit,
In the 9/11, I 187 murk shit.
Holocaust, genocide, kill their ego and their pride,
Crematin the hatin', it's a murder in the makin.
I'm takin all shine off top,
Buyin all bottles from the bar, let's pop
Champagne, if them niggas die of thirst, man, we'll buy a hearse,
When the light hit the chain all you see is fireworks.
I mute niggas turnt up all the way,
Shoot nigga with the swag, Doc Holliday,
I'm steady blowin loud, broke niggas ain't
allowed,
Click clack, bang bang, pow pow, it's the murder business.
Hit the club with bad bitches,
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties,
Super clean, fo' sho get ‘em,
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the
murder business.
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack, bang bang, we in the murder business.
My outfit? It murk bitches, click clack, bang bang, we in the murder business.