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16 Young Dolph - Buy My Way In Heaven
Dj S.R.
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(Man look, man look)
They say you can't take this shit with you when you die, man
At least, that's what they say
Peacoat, Burberry, diamond chains, 60 carats
First I score it, then I wrap it, then I send it, then I sell it
When I die, I'm takin' my trap money and buyin' my way in heaven
Pour a fo', smoke a seven, shoot the dice, rolled 11
Run with lunatics like Nelly
College girl, she go to Spelman
See it on his face, he scary, heard it through the streets, he tellin'
Stupid thick, she shake like jelly
Cut the plastic open, smell it
When I die, I'm takin my trap money and buyin' my way in heaven
Dolph, you can't do that (yeah), bitch, I do what I wanna (yeah)
Spend cash when I wanna (yeah), rich off marijuana (yeah)
Huh, I got on four chains, and eight matchin' bracelets (yeah)
Rich nigga still catchin' dope cases (damn)
Spend the backend with the jeweler (woo)
Give the front end to the shooters (woo)
Bad bitch, she from Aruba
Trap house disturbin' the peace like Luda' (neighborhood watch)
White girl with double Ds, met her at Hooters (yeah, yeah)
Pitbull in the trap, lil' nigga you a poodle (yeah, yeah)
I just be stylin' with no stylist, them lil' boy diamonds
You so childish
Love my family, but I love trappin'
I'm just tryna find my balance (uh-huh)
We used to lay on the floor, and make pallets (remember that?)
Ha, yeah, now I drink lean out of champagne glasses (po' up)
Peacoat, Burberry, diamond chains, 60 carats
First I score it, then I wrap it, then I send it, then I sell it
When I die, I'm takin' my trap money and buyin' my way in heaven
Pour a fo', smoke a seven, shoot the dice, rolled 11
Run with lunatics like Nelly
College girl, she go to Spelman
See it on his face, he scary, heard it through the streets, he tellin'
Stupid thick, she shake like jelly
Cut the plastic, open, smell it
When I die I'm takin my trap money and buyin' my way in Heaven
I just made a dirty drink (uh), ice around my turtle-neck (uh)
My weed taste like double mint (uh)
My name taste just like a check (uh)
Bought that coupe 'cause I got bored, you went and bought it
Tryna flex (flex, flex, flex, flex)
I didn't have to sign three record deals just to get hot (what?)
You ain't never ever put no product on yo' block (uh)
What you know 'bout high speed chases
Throwin' out the Glocks? (Ayy, Glocks)
Ha, late night booty calls like I'm Jamie Foxx (where you at?)
My homeboy turnt into a J just like Chris Rock (pookie)
I made millions in L.A. just like Rick Fox
Huh, yeah, championship rings like I'm big Shaq (hey, hey)
Two hundred Ps of skriz'ong, that's a big pack
Peacoat, Burberry, diamond chains, 60 carats
First I score it, then I wrap it, then I send it, then I sell it
When I die, I'm takin' my trap money and buyin' my way in Heaven
Pour a fo', smoke a seven, shoot the dice, rolled 11
Run with lunatics like Nelly
College girl, she go to Spelman
See it on his face, he scary, heard it through the streets, he tellin'
Stupid thick, she shake like jelly
Cut the plastic, open, smell it
When I die, I'm takin my trap money and buyin' my way in heaven
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