Young Dolph - Buy My Way In Heaven lyrics

(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
Sixty 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 eleven 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
Sixty 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 eleven 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 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 LA 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
Sixty 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 eleven 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
(Way in Heaven, way in heaven)