[Verse 1]
You know me from spendin the loot
Also put rims on the coupe
Remember duke I spin to shoot
I ain't here to kid to you
Skip a loose, get an ounce, flip a deuce, hit the stoop
Remember stupid I'm here to tell you that I'm living proof
Crime pays!
I'm glad you hate, nigga go masterbate
Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate
Crime pays!
What a vision to see
O.g. glisten and glee, sit in the v
Did it in three, homeboy listen to me

[Hook]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, ak-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, liquor and clothing line
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine

[Verse 2]
Bird cage! that's what it's gonna be
3rd grade mr. massey asked us what we wanna be
Jeff said a lifeguard, bobby said a firefighter
Jeff gonna have a porsche and bobby said he'll have a spyder
David said police, wanda said she wished to dance
They gonna get married, have a big crib in france
I started actin up, wait a minute back it up
This ain't math class but this shit ain't adding up
Then mr. massey looked and that's when the teacher asked
"You got a problem cam" yeah, I should teach this class
Maybe I'll reach they ass,
Tell em they don't need to have degrees in math
Know your credit, debit, plus receipts for cash
A few geeks had laughed, I told the dude stop your wishin
You won't have a pot to piss in with that damn job you gettin
Call cam a gift, they wasn't understanding this
Damn I'm rich, a drug dealer turned out philanthropist

[Hook x2]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, ak-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, liquor and clothing line
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine

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