Crime Pays lyrics

by

J Molley


[Intro]

[Chorus]
Crime pays, I been up for 9 days
Designated crime days
Then we split it 9 ways
Cash rules
I’m a f*cking cash mule
If the b*tch is bad, cool
Then she gon' get some cash too

[Post-Chorus]
Less talking, more blood flow
They know that I’m cutthroat
Know I try my utmost
Molley done woke up, whoa!

[Verse 1]
I was 16 with a gun that twice my age, getting twice my pay
I was 16 doing drugs every night and day, moving twice my pace
I was 16 selling weed to the guys by the train, prolly think that I’m playin'
Prolly think I’m insane and I got shooters if you cap on my name
I’m shipping lean out border
I do what I say and I warned ya
All this illegal sh*t really that easy
I cannot sit around waiting for freebies
I be scamming, they call mе a groomer
I do not pay for my Ubers
I gotta get mе cheque
I’m pimping these hoes and I’m selling they sex
Molley selling codeine
Molley blessing dope fiends
Can I get you more beans?
Doing this since 14
Scamming at a penthouse
I think I’m the best out
Shawty gon' whip her f*ckin' breasts out
I won’t put the pen down
Telling on your homies, that ain’t cool
Scamming in the Hilton by the pool
I was selling bankies, skipping school
Walk into the club and b*tches drool
How do I get money? Baby, you guess
I been shipping lean up to the U.S
I know they respect me for my trueness
How you finna switch on me like Judas
[Chorus]
Crime pays, I been up for 9 days
Designated crime days
Then we split it 9 ways
Cash rules
I’m a f*cking cash mule
If the b*tch is bad, cool
Then she gon' get some cash too

[Post-Chorus]
Less talking, more blood flow
They know that I’m cutthroat
Know I try my utmost
Molley done woke up, whoa!

[Verse 2]
I don’t give a f*ck about your gun
Unless you the police, I won’t run
I can really get you f*ckin' spun
Molley making heavy f*ckin' sums
Armed and deadly, best know that I’m ready
When I shoot a pistol I shoot that b*tch steady
She want my money so I call her Penny
Deep in her gut like a f*cking machete
Rehab had me f*cked, I’ve done way more drugs then ever
They all thought if go talk it out then I’ll get better
Rehab got me f*cked up, when will I quit? Prolly never
I’m gon' prolly kill myself when this year hits December
I miss the way that sh*t used to be, this sh*t is new to me shawty
I want you writing my eulogy, you was so true to me shawty
If I pop all my pills with vodka, know I’m out here
I’m not all that thrilled with drama, scream it louder
[Chorus]
Crime pays, I been up for 9 days
Designated crime days
Then we split it 9 ways
Cash rules
I’m a f*cking cash mule
If the b*tch is bad, cool
Then she gon' get some cash too

[Post-Chorus]
Less talking, more blood flow
They know that I’m cutthroat
Know I try my utmost
Molley done woke up, whoa!
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