[Verse 1:] It go fly bitch, fly shit, and got these ho on my dick And if I could have one wish its that I die rich Yeah, a bitch tryna go to the grave with it Know I keep that crack, gettin paid with it Real talk, while you bitches just play with it Long hair don't care, Bad bitch. Don't stare You could leave don't care won't care, flow rare So turned up don't wanna turn down You see that ass from the front, no turn arounds Like got damn, I mean oh, shit! cold bitch and my flow sick So sick I might cough and hack and then toss some racks Like count alla that Nah, now I'm about my business. And I know these hoes ain't with it Wanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get it Now murder murder kill, hundred dollar bills Real bitch till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?!
[Chorus:] Demons, Cmon! You gotta vision, you're on a mission… Demons, Live on! And where I die, hang me high!
[B Section:] Real bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!
[Verse 2:] Money up so its going down, I got enough dough to go round and round I'm talkin round and round, but no merry-go Hoes see me out and say "there she go" You know point and look. You know stop and stare Yeah I'm racked up, but not stopping there You see me in the store then I'm copping that Clutch full of that green, Rodman hair You know first class champagne designer life is my campaign I been ill and I can't change, so ill its a damn shame But I spend it like its no damn thang what you made in a year is just chump change Low paper, really no paper, huh? Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't fuck with who? Bitch you sound stupid Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya know it!
[Chorus:] Demons, Cmon! You gotta vision, you're on a mission… Demons, Live on! And where I die, hang me high!
[B Section:] Real bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
