Funeral - ​downer lyrics

We like to get fucked up
We get fucked in the head
I just took enough to take my life
I'm already dead, dead
Hoe look at my pockets
They be fatter than these hoes
Too many bitches on my dick
 I'm finna turn into a ghost
Too much money ain't enough, money counted
My choppa be chopping
That shit sound like money counter
Frrrr beep how my money count
If you ain't cryin bout you bag
Then what you cryin bout?

I know these mfs broke I don't
Know why they around her
Turn a mf on a upper, to a downer
I'm in love with money and
Bitches I think I'm drownin
He act like he know me
But he do not know my power

Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the g-g big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the ground first

I got a big house, big guns
Big body, big drums
He a big talker we gone turn him to a victim
I be with my gang
With my dogs we gone sick em
I ain't into talkin put them
Bullets through your system

I know these mfs broke I don't
Know why they around her
Turn a mf on a upper, to a downer
I'm in love with money and
Bitches I think I'm drownin
He act like he know me
But he do not know my power

Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the g-g big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the ground first