Heaven Premo Rice

[Verse 1]
What's Heaven for a Mack?
A hundred bitches that you coordinate
Hit the strip and get the chips, make them afford the cake
Wave 'em up, show them tits, bait 'em up
Uh, they like nigga is you movin' weight or what
Pure sound, do my rounds up in this shady town
Pussy pound, I lay it down, I'm sick, I dick 'em brown
Dapper on a bitch, keep some gold up on my wrist like shit
Game cold, give a bad dyke bitch my nightstick, nice fit
Booted up, up in the place to be
Lil shawty peep game, I think she feelin' me
Cup of Hennesey guaranteed to have her on her knees suckin'
From the back fuckin', benefits no lovin', no cuffin'
I'm the man, ain't into all of that
I use a ho for what she worth and then I'm falling back
Never stallin' jack, best believe I never settle for less
I do this shit with ease, my steelo better than best
So cut the check man, this shit need to get played on the West
This that drop-top anthem for the Summer I bet
I'm up next so tell your mans and them I'm coming correct
I'm holy water on the mic, bitch I bless

Uh
I get money, I fuck bitches (x4)
Fly honeys and more money (x4)