[Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly]
If my n***as not the next to blow
Then my n***as, we the next [?]
Murder she wrote
And they say money is what move the gloab
And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
And if this money make the world go round
Then this flavor make your girl go down
Murder she wrote
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle
Hustlers, ballers, and n***as [?]
Murder she wrote
Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered
Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder
Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered
Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder

[Verse 1: Huncho Kae]
I'm like fuck it, roll another one
Yeah, my clique is next to blow
Girls like to smoke and drink, [?] like Texico
If your man ain't treating you right, I’ll treat you right, take you to Mexico
If that bitch ain't acting right, you know Kae don't play [?]
They say money make the world go round
And I got the money to make it do it
They say [?] make your girl go down
Come on, girl, get straight to it
She say she got all the [?], hella ay, all the J's [?] it
I ain't [?] 'cause she knew [?] she gon' do it
Just some young n***as, [?] bags like they beans
Young n***as who on go, like the light green
And I'm gon’ ball out [?] fucking team
It’s caution tape around the booth, 'cause it’s a murder scene
[Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly]
If my n***as not the next to blow
Then my n***as, we the next [?]
Murder she wrote
And they say money is what move the gloab
And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
And if this money make the world go round
Then this flavor make your girl go down
Murder she wrote
Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle
Hustlers, ballers, and n***as [?]
Murder she wrote
Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered
Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder
Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered
Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder

[Verse 2: Skooly]
Top of the morning
I hop out the Porshe, it's probably a warning
The money important, the passinger side, my bitches are foreign
A blue rastifarian, I’m singing like Marvin
Get all of my dawgs and partners, they thinking 'bout barking and robbing
The Benz, a hell of a feeling
Ferenzics say that I killed him
Excuse me, Calumbia Records, you got a murderer all in your building
I got that work, I got that work
Might give you that work, might murk you a verse
Nd knock you a hook out the [?]
[?]
Don't let your bitch get the business
Oh he mad, he think that I smashed
He all in his feelings
I probably did it
Don't talk to me 'bout no ceilings
Ain't got no roof on my building
I'm running my city, I'm feeling like Diddy
The young n***a did it
[Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly]
If my n***as not the next to blow
Then my n***as, we the next [?]
Murder she wrote
And they say money is what move the gloab
And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
And if this money make the world go round
Then this flavor make your girl go down
Murder she wrote
Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle
Hustlers, ballers, and n***as [?]
Murder she wrote
Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered
Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder
Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered
Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder