Murder Fo’ Hire

[Intro: Bullet & Sawed Off]
Detroit, motherfucker!
What, bitch?!
It's easy to have a motherfucker killed!
Watch your back, fool
Look me up, bitch!

[Chorus: Bullet, Sawed Off, & Converse]
We murderin' for money and we'll mob on the scene (Come on!)
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
We don't accept checks, we only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand, we'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)

[Verse 1: Full Clip]
What's hanging out of your fist grip? Chеddar?
So, tell me player, who is it that you need dеaded?
'Cause I don't give a fuck who he is or where he stay
Or even his kid's names as long as I get paid (Bitch!)
So how you want it? Blood soaked or dry?
As soon as paper hits palm, somebody finna die
Fetty for murder; just one way a Ryda live
Or I might take your skrill' and pop you, bitch! (Bitch!)

[Verse 2: Bullet & Sawed Off]
Hide your bullet, 'cause I'm out of control and I move fast
I blow the baby out a stroller for the right amount of cash (Booyah!)
Bullet hold your wife for you, leave the money in the bag
But then I dump on you from paranoia, you the type to brag
I keep it dirtay, and stab wounds don't hurt me
Wind me up with chedder and then I bust, is how you work me
And fuck drama, I give a fuck less about her mama
While she cryin' at the funeral, we in the Bahamas
I need the money, bitch!

[Chorus: Bullet]
We murderin' for money and we'll mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green (I need the money, bitch!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)

[Verse 3: Sawed Off]
Come out them pockets ho, I'll get you anything you need
Murder for hire indeed (What?), come with it (Whoo!)
I'm a one-armed bandit with a sawed off that I keep on the low
It's only used for my hitman dough (Hitman dough)
Just released to the streets, another mouth you gotta feed
Homicide employs me, man, even Rydas gotta eat
Keep it simple, duffle sack packed with the green shit
I pitch you with the address and watch the beef get dealt with

[Verse 4: Lil' Shank]
I'm fresh out the shop and sprayed with candy paint
Doin' a buck twenty, switchin' from lane to lane
That's when I gotta hear the call, somebody wanted a hit
Somebody with no cash was talkin' some cash shit
Now when they lay down, they gon' stay down to quit
So I ain't playin', I'ma dump hot clips for mad chips
In the name of profit, I exterminate for the game
I charge a 100K a shot, and I got real bad aim
So get your money, man!

[Chorus: Bullet, Full Clip, & Lil' Shank]
We murderin' for money and we'll mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green (Take five, bitch!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
We don't accept checks, we only murder for cash (And throw the hatchet)
So put the money in my hand, we'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)

[Verse 5: Cell Block]
Hit me on my two-way, the number is listed
Just below cold-blooded killer, no remorse for the victims
On call like a doctor, I don't need no fucking scalpel
My tool is a chopper, and it spits out metal shrapnel
I paint the block red up and down with your blood
And rummage through your pockets to clean out all your goods
No payment is needed, yo I do this shit for free
Your blood will be shed, satisfaction guaranteed, bitch!

[Verse 6: Converse & Lil Shank]
It's for the money, pay up, spray up, more green to weigh up (Yeah!)
My name's Converse, stay up, load the K up (Pay up!)
Bust nines, ring your bell like wind chimes
Bought a brand new Benz truck with only quarters and dimes (Quarters and dimes)
So when we call for a murder, the super soaker inserter
Tell your mama get my money or I'm gonna have to squirt her (Bitch!)
Bitch I'm not playin' cut you like I'm DJin'
Converse will kill them all for the right price payin'

[Chorus: Bullet, Full Clip, & Lil' Shank]
We murderin' for money and we'll mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
We don't accept checks, we only murder for cash (And throw the hatchet)
So put the money in my hand, we'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get shot!)
It's for the money, kid! (Shut the fuck up and get-)