Want a marble tomb stone when I die
Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die
All the riches in the world, can’t take them with me
But Ima be ballin’ till the reaper come and get me
Get me, get me, get me
Want a marble tomb stone when I die
Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die
All the riches in the world, can’t take them with me
But Ima be ballin’ till the reaper come and get me
Get me, get me, get me
T’ill I’m dead, mark every single word that I said
Ten out of ten with that infrared
I squeeze led, aim it at your head
b#tch I’m a shooter
You could tell god I’ll lie in Buddha
Purple heat was like I came from Cuba
Hit you with the K I’m like Zab Judah
Real in the coup like barracuda
f#ck the state and the state troopers
If you don’t like, go ahead sue us
f#ck the congress and the government
Cuz the government just wanna screw us
Look into my eyes tell me what you see
That’s money, drugs a.k.a. M.A.D
Fast life, fast cars, hot so we trap stars
Fast lane, one hundred twenty miles in the
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Bottle after bottle of champagne
Pain, pain, pain, pain
These models stay mollied out the
Brain, brain, brain, brain
Jesus Christ forgive me I’m a sinner
When you come from the gutter all you want be is a winner
So I went and put a tat, right across my chest
Successs is all I wanna see (see) t’ill my death (death, death)
Want a marble tomb stone when I die
Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die
All the riches in the world, can’t take them with me
But Ima be ballin’ till the reaper come and get me
Get me, get me, get me
Want a marble tomb stone when I die
Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die
All the riches in the world, can’t take them with me
But Ima be ballin’ till the reaper come and get me
Get me, get me, get me
Good die you so I guess I’m living
For a long time until I end up in prison
Don’t take it personal b#tch it’s business
Never put a bad b#tch over business
Out my face who wanna play me
Time is money don’t wast my minutes
G’ed up b#tch I’m always business
Shots gonna fly, leave no witness
Alls I gives a f#ck about, the hustle
Got to keep the grass cut cuz
These snakes wanna tussle
Wanna line my #ss up, keep my eyes open
Got these ray-ban’s on my face, hiding my emotion
Got this magnum on my waist, b#tch that ain’t a trojan
And my wrist stay cold but it ain’t frozen
Bottle after bottle, I’ll stay drinking I’ll stay smoking
Gotta watch for these boys cuz these bee’s stay patrolling
I got the hunger, dedication, sacrifice
So much passion, think I was the son of Christ
Designer all the way to the socks
Louie V, Gucci, we get this money never stop
Want a marble tomb stone when I die
Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die
All the riches in the world, can’t take them with me
But Ima be ballin’ till the reaper come and get me
Get me, get me, get me
Want a marble tomb stone when I die
Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die
All the riches in the world, can’t take them with me
But Ima be ballin’ till the reaper come and get me
Get me, get me, get me
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