Murk Off Lyrics

Oh oh oh-crazy (the weezy effect)
Money is the motivation
(hop on that thing like Murk offs Birkwalks)

Oh you did it
Yeah you gotta get it
Weezy F.
Is in your building
I will step
On your building from the steps
Of my building raise hell
Hells prison
Call me young Ray Twine
I'm a chef in hells kitchen flow
Sweetest devil food
I eat angles for dinner
Call me which ever
I don't give a finger in the middle
Im a hold it down and blow it
And ancher reached a missil
When i say we got the [prrr]
I aint tryin to whistle
All on everybody layed back
Make me feel so little
I'm ballin of them suckas
And i won't pick up my dribble
We tought it on the beat sick
Ask the hospitals
And she couldn't stand under my unbrella in the drizzle
My eight game coppa
My nth aint Poppa
So when running i will get you like Jeremauh Tratta
Yessar call me young Carta
My leg is so soft so i reach the end like my dollar

Money is the motivation
Money is the motivation
Money Money is the motivation
Place on an animal

Hop on that thing Murk offs Birdwalks x5 (you know)
Money is the motivation
Money is the motivation

Yeah thanks to the core
I will rap flame
Or paint your kitchen floor
Which you can't ignore
Things you indoor
when up against the board
all i heard is \"Weezy don't fulfill me no more\"
I hear your Bullshi
I play matador
I'm out of categorie
I don't care what your
I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of your

Get the kid nigga
Did never let it off
That rent-a-type of walk
That Keh Keh Keh
I got a yell so fine
Her name Dairione
She know how to get them things in her Kerion
I blew out of town
Dreads went a mile out of town
Up town in a building
Not a sound
These killers don't get heard about
They get whispered about
You've been murdered out boy

Money is the motivation
Money is the motivation
Money is the motivation
Facing that Avenue
Hop on that thing Murk offs Birdwalks x5 (you know)
They call me birdman chill bitch

'8 am open my eyes
Yeah kicked my bitch tell her open the blinds
And i'm over the stove
At Nine
Yeah i'm cookin breakfast for the block
And i let her cook mine
Yeah quit lying in the bathroom
Before we bounce now
Be up mean her
She go a day a ounch damn
Ya'll pray for her
While i'm at the bus station
In the bentley
Sittin' alone as i wait for ya

I'm getting dope
I'ma paper
Boy ima take ya
For the right paper
Boy i will pay her
Shake her
Tape her
Race up
Send her to the money
She'll be back before i wake up
Ha get your cake up
Ya'll niggas laned up
Ya'll should probably get your game up
When i'm givin' the game up
My name Wayne What
Hot boy flame up
You niggas trying to change up
when im getting my change up

Money is the motivation
Money is the motivation
Money is the motivation
Facing that Avenue
Hop on that thing Murk offs Birdwalks x5 (you know)

Money is the motivation
Money is the motivation


(Thanks to Kai S. for these lyrics)