s$m Lyrics

(Mom CJ's making beats again)

(Sex money murda)

(Sex money murda thats all I been thinkin')

(Sex money murda thats all I been thinkin')

(Sex money murda thats all I been thinkin')

Sex money murda, sex money murda

Sex money murda, sex money murda

Sex money murda, sex money murda

Sex money murda, sex money murda

Gotta bad bitch that's curvy like the Himalayas, want sex in the AM

Ran my money all up on them haters and now I got bags on the way in

No Melly, but murda been all on my mind, we just been patiently waitin'

We get the drop, you know we gon' spin, gon' leave some holes in they faces

When we get the drop gon' leave them phones, cause we ain't got time for no traces

Bro was like twin, but now he ain't shit, cause he showed disloyal behavior

When I'm in the whip, I smoke out the zip, I really be smokin' on acres

He crossed his man right where he stand, I seen him fall to his ankles

I seen my mama say prayers, so I had to get out and change shit

I'm in that range with three or four killers, I can't be takin' no chances

I call for neck and shawty deliver, I can't be doin' romancin'

My ex bitch said I'm on kid shit, I left that bitch and I grew up

My pockets fat just like FUPA, I'm in her waters like scuba

I'm hittin' different maneuvers, I just spent a coupe at the jeweler

All my shooters, I'm callin' them hoopers, they pull up shootin' like KD

Called you family, how could you play me? Said you love me, so how could you hate me

Might lose sanity start throwin' like Brady, I just lost Chi, I couldn't even sleep

I got demons with me that no one can see, I got beamers with me, they gon' clear the scene

Sex money murder, the routine, I just stuffed 20 in purple jeans

She wanna fuck cause I'm shining, we been tryna seek but they hiding

Gon' celebrate when we find em, grab the Kay and walk down in designer (Flock)

I cut her off, she dishonest, I can't fuck with you, shawty be flodgin'

If I fuck with you, take you to a island, she exotic, she roll my exotic

You know the motto, more money, more problems, we bought the tools just to solve em

Used to think I was just like James Harden, but I'll never leave my rocket

And I never leave my potnas', you gon' need you like 3K to rock this

That boy movin' like 12, call him Rodgers, keep a 30, I ain't talkin' Roxy

My niggas get sturdy, then go catch a body, just like they Bobby or Rowdy

Sex money murda, sex money murda (that's the routine), sex money murda, sex money murda (that's the routine)

Sex money murda, sex money murda, sex money murda, sex money murda

Sex money murda, sex money murda, sex money murda, sex money murda

Sex money murda, sex money murda, sex money murda, sex money murda

(Gotta bad bitch that's curvy like the Himalayas, want sex in the AM

Ran my money all up on them haters and now I got bags on the way in

No Melly, but murda been all on my mind, we just been patiently waitin'

We get the drop, you know we gon' spin, gon' leave some holes in they faces)