It go fly bitch, fly shit, and got these ho on my dick
And if I could have one wish its that I die rich
Yeah, a bitch tryna go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, gettin paid with it

Real talk, while you bitches just play with it
Long hair don´t care, Bad bitch. Don´t stare
You could leave don´t care won´t care, flow rare
So turned up don´t wanna turn down
You see that ass from the front, no turn arounds
Like got damn, I mean oh, shit! cold bitch and my flow sick
So sick I might cough and hack and then toss some racks
Like count alla that
Nah, now I´m about my business. And I know these hoes ain´t with it
Wanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder murder kill, hundred dollar bills
Real bitch till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?!

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?!

Money up so its going down, I got enough dough to go round and round
I´m talkin round and round, but no merry-go
Hoes see me out and say "there she go"
You know point and look. You know stop and stare
Yeah I´m racked up, but not stopping there
You see me in the store then I´m copping that
Clutch full of that green, Rodman hair
You know first class champagne designer life is my campaign

I been ill and I can´t change, so ill its a damn shame
But I spend it like its no damn thang what you made in a year is just chump change
Low paper, really no paper, huh?
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don´t fuck with who? Bitch you sound stupid
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. And we ain´t never stopping. act like ya know it!

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?!