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?