Lyrics
Don't wish me death b4 I see a million
b4 I see these hoes and I'm there, so I'm out there, living
Before they thug the floor, motherfuckers wanna talk but did they live it?
No, I be balling stuck up in this living
Where you trying to go? Stuck up in this lavish living
Fucking with ghetto hoes, truth be told, money over bitches
Gotta get this dough, I'm alone in this cold world
Let's go home, cause we're grown girl
Let's get it on
Being broke this shit ain't fucking pleasant
My daddy showed me lots of money at the age of 7
Before he went to heaven papa knew I'd be this way
Fucking with different bitches, too bad he couldn't see the day
But he's still watching over me, devil trying to take my wings
Bust them over the head, if he's stand before me, shit
I fuck with nothing but real the real g's, only real niggas
Introduce me to supreme team, yeah teh real killas
And lay a couple niggas down for the real figures
I was born in this shit, that's why I claim to be the realest nigga
Topping it up with all of the thugs
Mobbing it up with all of the bloods
Picking it up with all of the homeys
zipping it up with all of the broads
How many times i dreamed of cars
Rumors about me living it large
Big stars like el debarge. money aint a thing im poppin hard
Lord, Deliver me my wishes please
i been eatin all this time, can y'all niggas do the dishes please
Don't wish me death b4 I see a million
b4 I see these hoes and I'm there, so I'm out there, living
Before they thug the floor, motherfuckers wanna talk but did they live it?
No, I be balling stuck up in this livin
Where you trying to go? Stuck up in this lavish living
Fucking with ghetto hoes, truth be told, money over bitches
Gotta get this dough, I'm alone in this cold world
Let's get it on
throw some diamonds to make the love me more
Fuck the enemy, die a slow death while you envy me
And I be balling like the mvps
Motherfuckers cross me now they begging for my sympathy
Dreaming the millions of dollars, and making bitches holler
Purple label colors and nothing but... from product...
Got me caking... nigga I'ma make it
Stuck up in this californication
Got all the bad bitches swiping cars for that medication
And I get high, that's my meditation
All this determination got me wanting the world nigga
I'ma take it
So give me what you got, while I'm making it hot
Escalating to the top, getting money till I drop
Sprinkle lavender in that road up and I'm tipping
Reminiscence of how the real g's fucking get it
Don't wish me death b4 I see a million
b4 I see these hoes and I'm there, so I'm out there, living
Before they thug the floor, motherfuckers wanna talk but did they live it?
No, I be balling stuck on ...
Where you trying to go? Stuck up in this lavish living
Fucking with ghetto hoes, ...toes, money over bitches
Gotta get this dough, I'm alone in this cold world
Let's go home, cause we're grown girl
Let's get it on
I be on the same shit, ... once you seen the lies
Yeah I be on the same click,
Shouts out to ... shouts out ...
shouts out to all of the young disciples
Shouts out to Rocky for popping that fire
...for making this higher
... but I take one ... cause I don't really smoke
...If there's no... in the ink I hold
They want the benz with the rims who go
They want jeans with the fancy clothes...
Money on my mind and I shine
So all of my niggas can know that they can get dough