Angels

Bad Boy

Maybach

You ain't even gotta count the money

It's all up

BOSS

All aboard

Last Train to Paris

Heh, via the ghetto

{Maybach Music!}

Uh uh uh uh

I'm a photographer's dream

Countin cream as my chain swing

Mack 11 for the things that the days bring

I'm after cheddar, dirty money, yeah I chase cream

Patent leather like I'm Puffy in my Saleen

I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team

I'm outta space, can't you seem I am a al-ien?

My wrist A-list, Audemar is ageless

Bezel lit up like a billboard out in Vegas

You can't be serious baby you know I'm on

Top 5, but can send you to the Most High

Dope boy and that's even in the bowtie

Oh boy, cause you know I got them close ties

(All aboard!) The last train to Paris

Wheels look like a Ferris

Your jeweler should be embarrassed (hahaha!)

Rick the Ruler my mula produce the carats (whaaaa?)

Let's bow our heads

I gave you somethin to cherish

It's that Dirty Money

Came from heaven just to sing a song for you

To the rhythm of my love for you

And now it's beatin slow

And you know, this the end of the road

When I sing that slow song for you

And love was nothin

But another gun for you ('nother gun for you..)

And I would hide it in my helpless soul

I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go

I don't know, you can hear 'em callin, don't you?

When the angels call like

YOOOOOOOO-HOOO~!

If you don't wanna stay you can GO OH

It seems love don't live here no more

The angels are flyin so low, singin to you

(Don't you hear me callin you?)

He's the one you love(cause I hear 'em callin me)

And he's the one you trust(like our time is almost through)

Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do)

When they're callin you

When the angels call like(I answer)

Uh, uh, uh

Ain't no shook hands in Brook-land

Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies

Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up

Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD

Cryin, know my friends is lyin

Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em

With the lugars from they Rugers

Or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant

Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot

Falling for you

I will tell the angels, "No"

Let 'em turn back into stone

I do(I do) love you (love you)

It's true (It's true)

Fire climbing

We ignore the angels' call!

They were warnings after all

It's cool if I'm

With you

When the angels call like

YOOOOOOOO-HOOO~!

If you don't wanna stay you can GO OH

It seems love don't live here no more

The angels are flyin so low, singin to you

(Don't you hear me callin you?)

He's the one you love(cause I hear 'em callin me)

And he's the one you trust(like our time is almost through)

Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do)

When they're callin you

When the angels call like(I answer)