When I Get Out

Murda, Murda
(Watch out, watch out)
I told ya, I told ya

When I make it up out dis bitch
I'ma be stupid rich
I'ma blow a whole damn bag
Push start brand new jag
When I make it up out this bitch
I'ma go stupid dumb
I'ma spend stupid money
Comin' up out the mud

When I make it up out dis bitch
I'ma be stupid rich (yes sir)
I'ma blow a whole damn bag (that's right)
Might make a fuck nigga mad
When I make it up out this bitch
I'ma go stupid dumb
I'ma spend stupid money
Comin' up out the mud (yes sir)

I said Ratta-tat-tat to your snapback drumming on beat
My DJ ain't "neva scared" so yall movin y'all feet (uh)
Her pussy taste like champagne and million dollar peaches (so good)
But that bitch there from Mississippi don't get caught sleepin' (yeah)
Nigga stuck inside the damn house
I'm tryna do some freak shit
Nigga might drop three stacks
On titties and street shit

My chain look like December
I'm a cold mothafucka
Gotta break out, gotta break out
'Cuz I ain't just some "stay home" mothafucka
I don't ever get too low, mothafucka
I don't ever trust no hoe, mothafucka
Four door riding real slow, mothafucka
Money and Murda and dough, mothafucka

Uh, I don't need clout and shit
Uh, I'ma work it out and shit
Uh, I'ma break out this bitch
Uh, I'ma make it out this bitch

When I make it up out dis bitch
I'ma be stupid rich
I'ma blow a whole damn bag (uh)
Push start brand new jag
When I make it up out this bitch
I'ma go stupid dumb
I'ma spend stupid money
Comin' up out the mud

When I make it up out dis bitch
I'ma be stupid rich (yes sir)
I'ma blow a whole damn bag (that's right)
Might make a fuck nigga mad
When I make it up out this bitch
I'ma go stupid dumb
I'ma spend stupid money
Comin' up out the mud

When I make it up out of dis bitch (Murda, Murda)
I'm getting to the money, I'm fuckin' up a check
When I make it up out of dis bitch (I told ya, I told ya)
I'm getting to the money, I'm fuckin' up a check
When I make it up out of dis bitch (Murda, Murda)
I'm getting to the money, I'm fuckin' up a check
When I make it up out of dis bitch (I told ya, I told ya)
I'm getting to the money, I'm fuckin' up a check

When I make it up out dis bitch
I'ma be stupid rich
I'ma blow a whole damn bag (uh)
Push start brand new jag
When I make it up out this bitch
I'ma go stupid dumb
I'ma spend stupid money
Comin' up out the mud

When I make it up out dis bitch
I'ma be stupid rich (yes sir)
I'ma blow a whole damn bag (that's right)
My make a fuck nigga mad
When I make it up out this bitch
I'ma go stupid dumb
I'ma spend stupid money
Comin' up out the mud

When I make it up out of dis bitch (Murda, Murda)
I'm getting to the money, I'm fuckin' up a check
When I make it up out of dis bitch (I told ya, I told ya)
I'm getting to the money, I'm fuckin' up a check



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Writer(s): David Fuller, Michael James Smith, Konstantinos Latos
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