Heaven lyrics

[Verse 1]
What's Heaven for a Mack?
A hundred b*tches that you coordinate
Hit the strip and get the chips, make them afford the cake
Wave 'em up, show them tits, bait 'em up
Uh, they like n*gga is you movin' weight or what
Pure sound, do my rounds up in this shady town
pus*y pound, I lay it down, I'm sick, I di*k 'em brown
Dapper on a b*tch, keep some gold up on my wrist like sh*t
Game cold, give a bad dyke b*tch my nightstick, nice fit
Booted up, up in the place to be
Lil shawty peep game, I think she feelin' me
Cup of Hennesey guaranteed to have her on her knees suckin'
From the back f*ckin', benefits no lovin', no cuffin'
I'm the man, ain't into all of that
I use a ho for what she worth and then I'm falling back
Never stallin' jack, best believe I never settle for less
I do this sh*t with ease, my steelo better than best
So cut the check man, this sh*t need to get played on the West
This that drop-top anthem for the Summer I bet
I'm up next so tell your mans and them I'm coming correct
I'm holy water on the mic, b*tch I bless

Uh
I get money, I f*ck b*tches (x4)
Fly honeys and more money (x4)
[Verse 2]
I do it for the hooligans
Uh, my music gon' make you move again
I got the sound to make your main hoe choose again
Hopefully she choose to win, I got the purple dank with a lil juice and gin
Add some Goose and Rem'
Finna get right tonight
Bag a couple big booty b*tches down on sight
They lookin' tight, so you know my mack game on ice
I sold the dream before the team, I'm Coach Chuck with the pipe, rest in peace
I killed the pus*y, kicked her out, I call it grief
Got metaphors for all the whores and all the freaks
So I need my respect and b*tch don't drag the mink vest

Uh
I get money, I f*ck b*tches (x4)
Fly honeys and more money (x4)