Heaven Lyrics

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea

Can't get caught in no motherfucking mess

Your bitch she pull up, and now she undressing

Yea I'm just counting my blessings

Doing these drugs 'till I die, feel like I won't make it to heaven

No I don't give a fuck where I go, I just want to see my best friend

Counting up motherfucking Benjamins'

That hoe want to claim but I'm not your man

They talking that shit I don't understand it

Bitch I'm on a mission, I'm the man

Snakes start hissing, cut the grass

Hit this hoe and then I pass her

I see twelve I do the dash

Count my cash and do my dance

Can't wait 'till I, buy my Mom a mansion

One day that'll be past tense

I can't help but laugh at these broke boys

Yea y'all be gassing them up

Basically I'm saying they trash, yea they all wack

And I'm just passing them, lapping them

Talk my shit, not capping

Bitch you know I'm just rapping

Bitch ass fat so I'm smacking it

Four AM and I'm making hits

And I ain't gone stop until I'm rich

One day I'll be at the Ritz

Then you can say you remember this

Bitch I been rocking that Number Nine

I'm feeling cool as shit

Yea it's hot, like it's summertime

I'm feeling cool as shit still

All these drugs up in my system

Fuck this shit man it's a system

I was down bad need some assistance

Coming to terms with my existence

Do I really exist man?

Can't get caught in no motherfucking mess

Your bitch she pull up, and now she undressing

Yea I'm just counting my blessings

Doing these drugs 'till I die, feel like I won't make it to heaven

No I don't give a fuck where I go, I just want to see my best friend

Counting up motherfucking Benjamins'

That hoe want to claim but I'm not your man

They talking that shit I don't understand it

Bitch I'm on a mission, I'm the man

Snakes start hissing, cut the grass

Hit this hoe and then I pass her