Death B4 a Million

A$AP Ferg

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    Don't wish me death before I see a million
    Before I see these hoes and I'm up there tell my mom that I lived it
    Before they dunk a flow, motherfuckers wanna talk but think they live it, no
    I be ballin' stuck up in this pivot, where you trying to go?
    Stuck up in this lavish living
    Fucking with ghetto hoes truth be told it's money over bitches
    Gotta get this dough I'm alone in this cold world
    Let's go home cause we 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
    To bad he couldn't see the day
    But he still watching over me
    The devil try to take my wings
    Bounce him over the head if he stand before me, shit
    I floss with nothing but the real Gs, only real niggas
    Introduced me to Supreme team, yeah them real killers
    And I layed a couple niggas down for the real figures
    I was born in this shit thats why I claim to be the realest nigga
    Choppin' it up with all of the thugs
    Mobbin' it up with all of the bloods
    Bicin' it up with all of the homies
    Sippin' it up with all the broads
    How many times I've dreamed of cars
    Dreams of me living large
    Big stars like El Debarge
    Money not a thing I'm grinding hard
    Lord,.. deliver me my wishes please
    I've been eating all this time can y'all niggas do the dishes, please

    Don't wish me death before I see a million
    Before I see these hoes and I'm up there tell my mom that I lived it
    Before they dunk a flow, motherfuckers wanna talk but think they live it, no
    I be ballin' stuck up in this pivot, where you trying to go?
    Stuck up in this lavish living
    Fucking with ghetto hoes truth be told it's money over bitches
    Gotta get this dough I'm alone in this cold world
    Let's go home cause we grown girl, let's get it on

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    Flossing diamonds to make them hate me more
    Fuck the enemy
    Die a slow death while you envy me
    And I be ballin' like the MVPs
    Motherfuckers cross me, now they're begging for my sympathy
    Dreaming of millions of dollars and making bitches holla
    Purple label collars and nothing but Devoni from product
    Devonian nature got me caking
    Every star you wanna see, in the belt, nigga I'm a make it
    Stuck up in this californication
    Got all the bad bitches swiping cards for that medication
    And I get high, that's my meditation
    All this determination got me
    What in the world, nigga I'm a take it
    So, give me what you got while I'm making it hot
    Escalating to the top getting money 'til I drop
    Sprinkle lavender then I roll up and I'm tippin'
    Reminiscing on how the real Gs fuckin' did it
    Thieving on niggas

    Don't wish me death before I see a million
    Before I see these hoes and I'm up there tell my mom that I lived it
    Before they dunk a flow, motherfuckers wanna talk but think they live it, no
    I be ballin' stuck up in this pivot, where you trying to go?
    Stuck up in this lavish living
    Fucking with ghetto hoes truth be told it's money over bitches
    Gotta get this dough I'm alone in this cold world
    Let's go home cause we grown girl, let's get it on

    I be on the same shit Master Farak was teaching Elijah
    I be with the same click shout outs to Bari and Elijah
    Shout outs to Dev the young messiah
    Shout outs to all of the young disciples
    Shout outs to Rocky for pumpin' the fire
    Toast up to the most high for making us higher
    Those in the skies to the angels above
    Don't feel the cries of them niggas below
    Rollin' my eyes to the back of my dome
    But I take one poke cause I don't really smoke
    Hell if I could then I'd take one toke
    Cause all of this pain ain't no joke
    I feel the rain but my clothes ain't soaked
    It's just no grub but it ain't got dope
    If there's no bub then I ain't go hoes
    Bitches dont want a buck if it ain't got Os
    They want Os at the end up the bub
    They want the Benz with the rims so gold
    They want gems with the fancy clothes
    And they went ham with the fancy clothes
    Money on my mind and I shine
    So all my niggas knew that they could get dough
    Hello

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