[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