DEMONS

[Verse 1] It-it-it-it go fly bitch, fly shit And got these hoes on my dick And if I could have one wish it's 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 on, don't wanna turn off 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, no-no-now tell me how it feel, huh? [Chorus] Demons, come on You gotta vision, you're on a mission Demons, live on And when I die, hang me high Demons, come on You gotta vision, you're on a mission Demons, live on And when I die, ha-ha-hang me high [Post-Chorus] Real bitch 'til I die Real bitch 'til I die Real bitch 'til I die Real bitch 'til I die Now tell me how it feel, huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? [Verse 2] Mo-mo-money up so it's goin' 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 stoppin' there You see me in the store then I'm coppin' 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 it's a damn shame But I spend it like it's no damn thang What you made in a year is just chump change Low paper, really no paper, huh? Bitch gone do it Wa-wa-watch me run through it You don't fuck with who? Bitch-bitch-bitch you sound stupid Bitch gone do it Wa-wa-watch me run through it We-we-we ain't never stopping A-act like ya know it, huh? [Chorus] Demons, come on You gotta vision, you're on a mission Demons, live on And when I die, ha-ha-hang me high [Post-Chorus] Real bitch 'til I die Real bitch 'til I die Real bitch 'til I die Real bitch 'til I die Now tell me how it feel, huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?