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Bad Hand Video (MV)




Performed By: Murkwood
Length: 4:14
Written by: Bram Richmond




Murkwood - Bad Hand Lyrics




Got a friend with a money pile, always playing games
That's my checkmate
Boutta big scheme when I come through
Infrared laced
You should let her breath with the red face
If you wanna a next date
I put the mental in the instrumental
G. Scott, I put the fun inside the fundamentals
Busy ballin with my left, never sentimental
Been say the money long like I'm Kim or Kendall
I'm high as f*ck, I'm high as Ricky Ross cholesterol
I'm off the shhh, I can't say but not the Adderall
The colours changing like woods do up in the fall
I'm still addicted the women up in Montreal

Money dance, Money dance, f*ck I'm in a trance
She blowing whispers in my ear, I should call her Lance
I'm throwing paper in the air, get it when it lands
Before it runs out grab me by my bad hand

Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh

I feel my heart beating through my chest
I'm paranoid, I need a new address
Found a newer bitch in a newer dress
I made it back from depressed
Now I'm way up, I'm way up, I'm way up, I'm blessed
Hands full but still don't need a hand out homie
Still pull it but if you are from my past, you don't know me
Bullshit for the birds, not a hawk like Tony
I stick to the plan mad close lil' homie
Stick to the plan til the plan got disrupted
The D like volcano it spray when erupted
And don't deconstruct it
I'm uninterrupted
I bloomed in a dark room so why did you trust it

Money dance, Money dance, f*ck I'm in a trance
She blowing whispers in my ear, I should call her Lance
I'm throwing paper in the air, get it when it lands
Before it runs out grab me by my bad hand

Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh

Bad bitch, good head
Keep her up in Wood's bed til I feel dead
Mad texts, fat bread
Couldn't understand why I left it on read
Ride in my vehic
Stay for a free trip
And soon you gon' see and believe it
I heard you're a freak bitch
So come and receive it but never conceive it, I mean it
Cuz that's not an option
Abort or an auction
Pardonez moi, I meant adoption
I proceed with caution
And greyed out my heart
When I learned that love is a toxin

Money dance, Money dance, f*ck I'm in a trance
She blowing whispers in my ear, I should call her Lance
I'm throwing paper in the air, get it when it lands
Before it runs out grab me by my bad hand

Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
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Got a friend with a money pile, always playing games
That's my checkmate
Boutta big scheme when I come through
Infrared laced
You should let her breath with the red face
If you wanna a next date
I put the mental in the instrumental
G. Scott, I put the fun inside the fundamentals
Busy ballin with my left, never sentimental
Been say the money long like I'm Kim or Kendall
I'm high as f*ck, I'm high as Ricky Ross cholesterol
I'm off the shhh, I can't say but not the Adderall
The colours changing like woods do up in the fall
I'm still addicted the women up in Montreal

Money dance, Money dance, f*ck I'm in a trance
She blowing whispers in my ear, I should call her Lance
I'm throwing paper in the air, get it when it lands
Before it runs out grab me by my bad hand

Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh

I feel my heart beating through my chest
I'm paranoid, I need a new address
Found a newer bitch in a newer dress
I made it back from depressed
Now I'm way up, I'm way up, I'm way up, I'm blessed
Hands full but still don't need a hand out homie
Still pull it but if you are from my past, you don't know me
Bullshit for the birds, not a hawk like Tony
I stick to the plan mad close lil' homie
Stick to the plan til the plan got disrupted
The D like volcano it spray when erupted
And don't deconstruct it
I'm uninterrupted
I bloomed in a dark room so why did you trust it

Money dance, Money dance, f*ck I'm in a trance
She blowing whispers in my ear, I should call her Lance
I'm throwing paper in the air, get it when it lands
Before it runs out grab me by my bad hand

Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh

Bad bitch, good head
Keep her up in Wood's bed til I feel dead
Mad texts, fat bread
Couldn't understand why I left it on read
Ride in my vehic
Stay for a free trip
And soon you gon' see and believe it
I heard you're a freak bitch
So come and receive it but never conceive it, I mean it
Cuz that's not an option
Abort or an auction
Pardonez moi, I meant adoption
I proceed with caution
And greyed out my heart
When I learned that love is a toxin

Money dance, Money dance, f*ck I'm in a trance
She blowing whispers in my ear, I should call her Lance
I'm throwing paper in the air, get it when it lands
Before it runs out grab me by my bad hand

Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
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Writer: Bram Richmond
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