Demons
[Verse 1:]It go fly bitch, fly shit, and got these ho on my dickAnd if I could have one wish its that I die richYeah, a bitch tryna go to the grave with itKnow I keep that crack, gettin paid with itReal talk, while you bitches just play with itLong hair don't care, Bad bitch. Don't stareYou could leave don't care won't care, flow rareSo turned up don't wanna turn downYou see that ass from the front, no turn aroundsLike got damn, I mean oh, shit! cold bitch and my flow sickSo sick I might cough and hack and then toss some racksLike count alla thatNah, now I'm about my business. And I know these hoes ain't with itWanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get itNow murder murder kill, hundred dollar billsReal bitch till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?!
[Chorus:]Demons, Cmon!You gotta vision, you're on a mission…Demons, Live on!And where I die, hang me high!
[B Section:]Real bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!
[Verse 2:]Money up so its going down, I got enough dough to go round and roundI'm talkin round and round, but no merry-goHoes see me out and say "there she go"You know point and look. You know stop and stareYeah I'm racked up, but not stopping thereYou see me in the store then I'm copping thatClutch full of that green, Rodman hairYou know first class champagne designer life is my campaignI been ill and I can't change, so ill its a damn shameBut I spend it like its no damn thang what you made in a year is just chump changeLow paper, really no paper, huh?Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't fuck with who? Bitch you sound stupidBitch gone do it, watch me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya know it!
[Chorus:]Demons, Cmon!You gotta vision, you're on a mission…Demons, Live on!And where I die, hang me high!
[B Section:]Real bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!