Want a marble tomb stone when I die Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die All the riches in the world, can't take them with me But Ima be ballin' till the reaper come and get me Get me, get me, get me Want a marble tomb stone when I die Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die All the riches in the world, can't take them with me But Ima be ballin' till the reaper come and get me Get me, get me, get me T'ill I'm dead, mark every single word that I said Ten out of ten with that infrared I squeeze led, aim it at your head Bitch I'm a shooter You could tell god I'll lie in Buddha Purple heat was like I came from Cuba Hit you with the K I'm like Zab Judah Real in the coup like barracuda Fuck the state and the state troopers If you don't like, go ahead sue us Fuck the congress and the government Cuz the government just wanna screw us Look into my eyes tell me what you see That's money, drugs a.k.a. M.A.D Fast life, fast cars, hot so we trap stars Fast lane, one hundred twenty miles in the Rain, rain, rain, rain Bottle after bottle of champagne Pain, pain, pain, pain These models stay mollied out the Brain, brain, brain, brain Jesus Christ forgive me I'm a sinner When you come from the gutter all you want be is a winner So I went and put a tat, right across my chest Successs is all I wanna see (see) t'ill my death (death, death) Want a marble tomb stone when I die Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die All the riches in the world, can't take them with me But Ima be ballin' till the reaper come and get me Get me, get me, get me Want a marble tomb stone when I die Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die All the riches in the world, can't take them with me But Ima be ballin' till the reaper come and get me Get me, get me, get me Good die you so I guess I'm living For a long time until I end up in prison Don't take it personal bitch it's business Never put a bad bitch over business Out my face who wanna play me Time is money don't wast my minutes G'ed up bitch I'm always business Shots gonna fly, leave no witness Alls I gives a fuck about, the hustle Got to keep the grass cut cuz These snakes wanna tussle Wanna line my ass up, keep my eyes open Got these ray-ban's on my face, hiding my emotion Got this magnum on my waist, bitch that ain't a trojan And my wrist stay cold but it ain't frozen Bottle after bottle, I'll stay drinking I'll stay smoking Gotta watch for these boys cuz these bee's stay patrolling I got the hunger, dedication, sacrifice So much passion, think I was the son of Christ Designer all the way to the socks Louie V, Gucci, we get this money never stop Want a marble tomb stone when I die Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die All the riches in the world, can't take them with me But Ima be ballin' till the reaper come and get me Get me, get me, get me Want a marble tomb stone when I die Bury me in bottles of Patron when I die All the riches in the world, can't take them with me But Ima be ballin' till the reaper come and get me Get me, get me, get me