Murder, She Wrote Leesta

[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