ASAP Ferg - Death B4 A Million lyrics

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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

bicking it up with all of the homeys

sipping 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 go home , cause we're grown girl

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

Hello, hello, hello.

Thanks to AC3K2 for correcting these lyrics

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