911

God forgives, I don't

(Maybach Music)

In other words, retaliation is a must

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest, help me hold my chopper Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

Financial fanatic, forty bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, eighty round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me two hundred

Fuck all these broke **** 'cause all I do is ball

Ain't no more off days, my crib look like the mall

Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall

**** still scheming, we sliding on the mall

I remember picking watermelons

Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million

If I die tonight I know I'm coming back ****

Reincarnated: Big black fat ****!

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest, help me hold my chopper Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

Financial fanatic, forty bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, eighty round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me two hundred

Fuck your investigation, started my elevation

Cherry red 911 straight to my destination

Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations

Knew I flew private ****, strapped with no hesitations

Boochie Boochie money long, he got twenty cars

Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds

Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show

They know a ****'s name, they know a ****'s strong

Fuck wit' me

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest, help me hold my chopper Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

Financial fanatic, forty bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, eighty round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me two hundred

Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela

Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout this paper

Hustle while **** gossip, hating, that switch the topic

Jump in my 911, two bricks in my compartment!

She let me smell her pussy

I know you smell the money

Still smell the gunpowder

911, hundred miles and running

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest, help me hold my chopper Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest, help me hold my chopper Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911

In my 911