Murder Mami

(album: Deeper Than Rap - 2009)

[Rick Ross:]
Yeah, pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil bitch
Be up in all them clubs spilling Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fonts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciaga fedora
Lame niggas bore her, strutting like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the Gucci
Brick of that raw, stash it between her coochie
Niggas treat her like a O.G
First bitch in the hood with the Bentley Coupe GT
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen
Busting down a bird and balance it with a beam
5'5", slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Boucheron bracelets and Armani jeans
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it

[Foxy Brown:]
It's like damn, bitch niggas loving me now
'09 Bonnie & Clyde doing it now, whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Getting money, getting hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
It's like damn, bitch niggas loving me now
'09 Bonnie & Clyde doing it now, whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Getting money, getting hurt up, impatient to leak them burners

Ayo Ross, send them bitches to the boss
The bloodclat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y'all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million sold and that's SoundScan knowledge
And all y'all rap bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
The bars keep me styling from Giuseppe to my Blahniks
The .38 special in my Chanel stockings
Now that I got the llama in the Hermes duffel
Word to fly silver-fox Kieselstein-Cord buckle
The Dries van Noten pumps, Nicholas Kirkwood platforms
So ladies raise your glass to this mad song

It's like damn, bitch niggas loving me now
'09 Bonnie & Clyde doing it now, whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Getting money, getting hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
It's like damn, bitch niggas loving me now
'09 Bonnie & Clyde doing it now, whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Getting money, getting hurt up, impatient to leak them burners

[Rick Ross:]
Money ain't a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
Tom Ford Velours, my drawls by Michael Kors
And my watch a pretty penny, I'm talking hundred or more
My Patek Philippe, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealing with the money, no monie all in the middle
I'm dealing with who owe me, opponents, they getting riddled
Box niggas up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smelling like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde, gotta live with it like uh

[Foxy Brown:]
It's like damn, bitch niggas loving me now
'09 Bonnie & Clyde doing it now, whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Getting money, getting hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
It's like damn, bitch niggas loving me now
'09 Bonnie & Clyde doing it now, whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Getting money, getting hurt up, impatient to leak them burners