Dead Angels

Get out my way gotta put the bread first No we can't f*ck, I'ma need the head first Me and lil' Pablo on stage wit' the stick in my bag Gotta ride with the K, left some shit in my past Bitch get out my face we still runnin' it up Ain't no coppin' plead, if it's up then it's stuck My diamonds untouchable move like a boss Money can't run out, we payin' what it cost Yeah this a talk of a young nigga havin' Nigga's turn fed when the choppa's start clappin' Don't no nigga know you, bag so different we posted in Nobu She said what the money look like?, I'll show you They playin' hide and seek, but still we gon' see 'em I'm out wit' no gun so I really can't be here They still talkin' loud but ain't no nigga played in my face Sip the whole bottle, it can't go to waste We in the club wit' a stick Don't even know her name I still pull her in Rick It's cool though nigga my money got thick It ain't shit for me to spend a bag on my bitch I told 'em to empty the clip if I switch But you know know a young nigga gon' ride till I fall Bitch don't hit my line she gon' wait till I call Bring out the racks, come see how we ball Get back gang, we spin till it's empty Mama said "don't let the bitches try temp me" Stay in your lane boy nigga's gon' envy We got the money now we havin' plenty Wish I could have my young nigga back, now we gon' ride wit' Dead Angeles Money still straight I done turned me the tables It just been us, we can't sign to no labels