Lyrics:
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that C-B-R Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin' Heroine
I
...
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens to the Reverend preach
It's
bro
Need all the money in the world for that
Outchea hustle with my niggas
We just want the money
You can hate me, I don't care
We just want the money
heaven...
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens
up to Heaven and meet my Lord
(Ooh) I tried money, I tried drugs
(Ooh) There's no pill so translucent
Ain't no powder white enough
I heard it
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Surrounded by demons
Sixty-five inches of 4K on the wall
Now these bitches never wanna leave the crib
Hahahaha
All playas go to heaven
All playas go to heaven
That's
ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens
See they ain't fuckin with my hustle (Fuckin' with my hustle)
I'm making money by the busload (Money by the busload)
And you don't really wanna
stopping me
How great Thy are
How great is my art
How great by far
Don't you miss Heaven baby, while shooting for the stars
Don't you miss Heaven baby,
heaven...
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens
Swallow the heaven in the back of your throat
Stop bitching 'bout music, smoke, pass it and blow
Gravitate to gravitas, gyrate and carry on
Marry
by the bleachers
How can you tell me this freedom
Maybe in heaven one day I might meet them
Maybe I’ll find out the reason
Inside my soul I’ve been
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
Know the cops still in love
And the money, it be times by three
A little bit of heaven
All I want, is that a lot?
Until I get it, ain't no telling me
[Intro: Bizzy]
Bizzy Bone, you know what it is baby
After Platinum Records
Let's get this money '07 style
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
For we found heaven right here on earth at at 4-0-33
Yes we found what most people are looking for
And it's not a lotta money to spend on a real fine
money limp when I walk
Beat a bitch back in, big dick dinner soft
Big clip by the couch, wearin' zips, that's an out
Public housing, no authority
Even though I love him
Man I wish I never met him
Loving harder in the summer
Bringing in the coldest winter
Living hell that be like Heaven
Best
second set
Gold by the pound load it up to my private jet
Lookin in the mirror, Gah damn, ya boi heaven sent
Money getting longer taping in to my
in time they peel with it
Surrounded by the fakes but we still can be real with it
Grip the whole steel yea my niggas feelin it
Like
You ain't never
comin', yeah
The bitches know how I'm comin'
(Why they call you Tony?)
'Cause I pop shit by my lonely
Pocket full of Crip, blue hunnids, yeah
Money got
and heavenly oh by the way g
That house you've always wanted is right there on the corner b
Don't worry bout money or ever being lonely cause
We got you covered
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