Buy My Way in Heaven Song 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, 60 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 11
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)