Burry Me A G

C'mon man, turn my, turn my mic up man

Do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do

I told them niggas man

We like, something like Vivian Greene man, like (Green)

Going through emotional roller coaster man

It's that blues music (blues), you know, French Montana

Told them niggas we more compatible man

Third world, cocaine, let's get into it

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail home of the broke free

You can know enough, but never know it all

When it come to game, nigga I done heard it all

Shorty said she ain't fucking on the first night

So I made a U-turn on the first right

Gotta get it wrong, just to get it right

And you gotta pay the cost just to be the boss

Bring it home and live for the moment

And never go broke as long as the street own me

Same shit, different smell, different toilet

And niggas lie but never tell the same story

Very special, see I, dutches, weed, four hour stay on me

Got me squatting like a nigga on D

Back shots, nigga it's the M-O-B

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail home of the broke free

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail home of the broke free

I ain't got time for the game playing

Sipping the crew, we keep it close and let the mac spray

And niggas get dough and never mind what the cops say

Keeping it G from NY out to LA

Nigga it's me, the homie Snoopy call me Dame Dame

Uh, the homie Snoopy call me Dame Dame

I love it when the model give me brain, she's a genius

In the back seat of the Range, oh Jesus

Make your toes curl, she's a very naughty girl

She's a very feisty chick, she can make you spend a grip

And she don't got no time for the games, this is business

Call it street business, but she's independent

Turning tricks around the block, lawyer, doctors and cops

The only thing she ask the Lord, will it ever stop?

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail home of the broke free

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail home of the broke free

Elephants, I like elephants

Elephants, I like elephants

I like how they swing through trees

Elephants

What?