Buy My Way in Heaven

(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