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Murder, She Wrote
[Intro]
Rok on the track, yeah

[Chorus]
Diamonds on hit, yeah
Spend a hundred thousand on my bitch, yeah
Broke a lot of hearts, pray they get fixed
I'm a fucking rockstar in my defense, yeah
Ran past a cop car, I ain’t worried 'bout a ticket, yeh
I mix Alex McQueen up with Rick, yeah
Panamera coupe, finna switch gears
Know one phone call will get you hit, yeah
Sittin' in a Prada bag, that’s a lot of cash
Lot of girls wanna suck on that, that's a motherfuckin' fact
Brand new Fendi for my day ones
We don't wear Abercrombie and Nike now
Fuckin' up [?], no, I fuck up Versace now
Switching gears in a Benz like motherfuckin' bicycle
And the Audemars froze like an icicle

[Verse]
Céline on me, Céline on me
I've been talkin' to her friend, she do not condone it
Police watchin’ ’cause I hop in a whip and do donuts
Fucked your bitch, I hit her friend as a bonus
Murder, she wrote it, murder, she wrote it
And I only love her for the moment
Droppin' the top and the Lamb’ but I'm goated
Sittin' in a Prada bag, that's a lot of cash
Lot of girls wanna suck on it, that’s a motherfuckin' fact
I broke her heart but she still coming back
Drink a lot of lean, that got my stomach fat
Push up in a whip, that cost a hundred racks
Phone gotta beep like I'm flyin' on a hovercraft
[Chorus]
Diamonds on hit, yeah
Spend a hundred thousand on my bitch, yeah
Broke a lot of hearts, pray they get fixed
I'm a fucking rockstar in my defense, yeah
Ran past a cop car, I ain't worried 'bout a ticket, yeh
I mix Alex McQueen up with Rick, yeah
Panamera coupe, finna switch gears
Know one phone call will get you hit, yeah
Sittin' in a Prada bag, that's a lot of cash
Lot of girls wanna suck on that, that's a motherfuckin' fact
Brand new Fendi for my day ones
We don't wear Abercrombie and Nike now
Fuckin' her late, no, I fuck up Versace now
Switching gears in a Benz like motherfuckin' bicycle
And the Audemars froze like an icicle
Murder, she wrote it, murder, she wrote it
Murder, she wrote it, murder, she wrote it
Murder, she wrote it, murder, she wrote it
And I only love her for the moment
Droppin' the top and the Lamb' but I'm goated