Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death B4 a Million, artist - A$AP Ferg. Album song Toast To The Gods, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.11.2014
Record label: New Style Entertainment
Song language: English
Death B4 a Million |
| Don’t wish me death b4 I see a million |
| b4 I see these hoes and I’m there, so I’m out there, living |
| Before they thug the floor, motherfuckers wanna talk but did they live it? |
| No, I be balling stuck up in this living |
| Where you trying to go? |
| Stuck up in this lavish living |
| Fucking with ghetto hoes, truth be told, money over bitches |
| Gotta get this dough, I’m alone in this cold world |
| Let’s go home, cause we’re grown girl |
| Let’s get it on |
| Being broke this shit ain’t fucking pleasant |
| My daddy showed me lots of money at the age of 7 |
| Before he went to heaven papa knew I’d be this way |
| Fucking with different bitches, too bad he couldn’t see the day |
| But he’s still watching over me, devil trying to take my wings |
| Bust them over the head, if he’s stand before me, shit |
| I fuck with nothing but real the real g’s, only real niggas |
| Introduce me to supreme team, yeah teh real killas |
| And lay a couple niggas down for the real figures |
| I was born in this shit, that’s why I claim to be the realest nigga |
| Topping it up with all of the thugs |
| Mobbing it up with all of the bloods |
| Picking it up with all of the homeys |
| zipping it up with all of the broads |
| How many times i dreamed of cars |
| Rumors about me living it large |
| Big stars like el debarge. |
| money aint a thing im poppin hard |
| Lord, Deliver me my wishes please |
| i been eatin all this time, can y’all niggas do the dishes please |
| Don’t wish me death b4 I see a million |
| b4 I see these hoes and I’m there, so I’m out there, living |
| Before they thug the floor, motherfuckers wanna talk but did they live it? |
| No, I be balling stuck up in this livin |
| Where you trying to go? |
| Stuck up in this lavish living |
| Fucking with ghetto hoes, truth be told, money over bitches |
| Gotta get this dough, I’m alone in this cold world |
| Let’s get it on |
| throw some diamonds to make the love me more |
| Fuck the enemy, die a slow death while you envy me |
| And I be balling like the mvps |
| Motherfuckers cross me now they begging for my sympathy |
| Dreaming the millions of dollars, and making bitches holler |
| Purple label colors and nothing but… from product… |
| Got me caking… nigga I’ma make it |
| Stuck up in this californication |
| Got all the bad bitches swiping cars for that medication |
| And I get high, that’s my meditation |
| All this determination got me wanting the world nigga |
| I’ma take it |
| So give me what you got, while I’m making it hot |
| Escalating to the top, getting money till I drop |
| Sprinkle lavender in that road up and I’m tipping |
| Reminiscence of how the real g’s fucking get it |
| Don’t wish me death b4 I see a million |
| b4 I see these hoes and I’m there, so I’m out there, living |
| Before they thug the floor, motherfuckers wanna talk but did they live it? |
| No, I be balling stuck on … |
| Where you trying to go? |
| Stuck up in this lavish living |
| Fucking with ghetto hoes, …toes, money over bitches |
| Gotta get this dough, I’m alone in this cold world |
| Let’s go home, cause we’re grown girl |
| Let’s get it on |
| I be on the same shit, … once you seen the lies |
| Yeah I be on the same click, |
| Shouts out to … shouts out … |
| shouts out to all of the young disciples |
| Shouts out to Rocky for popping that fire |
| …for making this higher |
| … but I take one … cause I don’t really smoke |
| …If there’s no… in the ink I hold |
| They want the benz with the rims who go |
| They want jeans with the fancy clothes… |
| Money on my mind and I shine |
| So all of my niggas can know that they can get dough |