Heaven

You kno real niggas go to Heaven I done came up on some money not too mention Shorty bad she kinda move with aggression (Huh) From the trap I pull up models in my section I can go belenciaga with no question I can never let her treat me like I'm second I can't let no nigga preach me imma reverend Niggas broke they fuckin up the money Keep her on a schedule she can't f*ck me when she want me I kno she fuckin off cuz I'm that type of man The first time I caught a hit I never wrote again The first time I caught a run we was selling Grams The first time a seen a gun it was me and nan And I'm really to the cash If she ain't got it spend a bag for the ass If she ain't got it I'm the man for the tab Lotta bitches only wanna f*ck me cuz I rap Lotta bitches only wanna f*ck my cuz I... huh Gotta get the money we was known for selling... huh I been hearing lotta niggas talking bout me If she ain't a 10 then she can't walk around me You kno I keep it P so I went Prada prolly Imma put her in it she got Prada body I kinda was hoping that the money made it right I kinda was hoping you would stay with me tonight It get complicated I was tryna live my life I get medicated I be higher than a kite It's hard to trust these bitches they be moving outta spite Hadda tuck that work I kept that Cuban in my Nikes I can run it up go baguette Cuban on my ice I done made this flow I'll let you use it for a price