Heaven Lyrics

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 fuck 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 fuck me cuz I rap

Lotta bitches only wanna fuck 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