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!)
I'm a photographer's dream
Counting 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 Salem
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 something 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 beating slow
And you know, this the end of the road
When I sing that slow song for you...
And love was nothing but another gun for you (another 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 calling, don't you?
When the angels call like.
O-oh!
If you don't wanna stay you can go
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flying so low, singing to you
(Don't you hear me calling you?)
He's the one you love... (cause I hear 'em calling me...)
And he's the one you trust... (...like our time is almost through)
Time is running out (There's nothing left to do)
When they're calling you...
When the angels call like. (I answer)
Lord forgive me I'm a sinner, oatmeal in the winter
Talking leather interior, oak wheel in the center
My niggas deal opium, still in the OBM
Condominiums in the center of Ethiopia (Whaaa?)
+Dirty Money+ all they seeing on them Phantom plates
Seats blue jeans and it's treated like a cabaret
Five shots, now they need a roll of yellow tape
Wit a Glock, make a scene, I'm the F. Gary Gray
Crab cakes served chill on that Learjet
Whenever Diddy call I know it's 'bout a big check
How many bags you forget to get your chick yet?
Know her sex good just by looking at my chick neck
(All aboard!) The last train to Paris
Wheels look like a Ferris, your jeweler should be embarrassed
I took a palm and read it just like a tarot
I could detonate a bomb at the issue of any challenge
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...
O-oh!
If you don't wanna stay you can go
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flying so low, singing to you
(Don't you hear me calling you?)
He's the one you love... (cause I hear 'em calling me...)
And he's the one you trust... (...like our time is almost through)
Time is running out (There's nothing left to do)
When they're calling you...
When the angels call like. (I answer)