If I Gotta Die Caskey
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[Chorus]
And if I gotta die, I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while, standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real, so my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while, standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
[Verse 1]
That ain't no question, presidential tint, no election
Five star suite, I am not no pedestrian
From the east side but it's still Smith & Weston
You a broke boy, stayin' at the Best Western
And if I gotta die, I pray I touch a lot of deals
I was in the trap house with the vac' seals
You the type to switch it up about the mass appeal
Switchin' up around me too much then you outta here
Y'all gon' fake it for no reason
Snakin', you ain't got no allegiance
You know hoes tell fo' seasons
I can't let you up inside this fo' seater
[Chorus]
And if I gotta die, I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while, standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real, so my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while, standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
And if I gotta die, I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while, standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real, so my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while, standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
[Verse 1]
That ain't no question, presidential tint, no election
Five star suite, I am not no pedestrian
From the east side but it's still Smith & Weston
You a broke boy, stayin' at the Best Western
And if I gotta die, I pray I touch a lot of deals
I was in the trap house with the vac' seals
You the type to switch it up about the mass appeal
Switchin' up around me too much then you outta here
Y'all gon' fake it for no reason
Snakin', you ain't got no allegiance
You know hoes tell fo' seasons
I can't let you up inside this fo' seater
[Chorus]
And if I gotta die, I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while, standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real, so my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while, standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
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