Young Misty — Murder Made Me Famous

[Intro] Murder: Hey you! Give me your money or die! Young Misty: Okay, okay! Here! Murder: *slices his arm* [Verse] Said you want my money I know I can't even bring it The murder make me bring it Hit my woodie okay XXX, I put molly on that hole Ice on my neck, it's already snowed Chosen for the hella fame I'll make sure i get that hella name [Hook] Murder makes me famous Falling bodies in my lustrous Murder makes me famous Falling bodies in my lustrous We will know the day we leaving this Earth We need you Lord, for all of our worth We will know the day we leaving this Earth We need you Lord, for all of our worth