Vices

I'm working on dying
 I want money, hoes
 Cars, clothes
 Yachts, boats
 I want more
 I want stacks, racks
 I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass
 I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion
 My ice is shinin', how'd I get so icy?
 These niggas hate me 'cause their girlfriend like me
 I step on stage and then the crowd starts sicing
 And when they writin', they be tryna say I'm like
 Got a hundred hoes shakin' ass, takin' off their clothes
 Got me throwin' cash, spend it on some dope
 I can spend it fast 'cause I can get some more
 Boy, I'm smokin' on that vacuum-sealed shit
 All these fuck niggas, this the shit that I can't deal with
 Only hangin' with my niggas that I was in the field with
 I was in the streets while your ass was on field trips, for real, bitch
 I want money, hoes
 Cars, clothes
 Yachts, boats
 I want more
 I want stacks, racks
 I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass
 I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion
 Walkin' with a stick, grandpa
 No love for a bitch, I love my grandma
 Yeah, I'm so geeked I spill my Fanta
 Beef with Khan then I'm shootin' like a camera
 I want money, hoes
 Step on stage, camera flash, boy, I hit my pose
 Rock star shit, mosh pit, I'ma stage dive
 Rude boy, I'm a rude boy, I won't say hi
 Yeah, Lil Tracy, Khan, boy, we stay high
 Bitches starin' when we slide by
 Dancing like I scored the winning touchdown
 Yeah, that bitch that used to play me, she wanna hug now
 I want money, hoes
 I got Gucci and some Fendi in my wardrobe (Gucci, Fendi, Gucci)
 Yeah, I want big racks
 I want a bitch bad, hit her from the front and the back
 I want money, hoes
 Cars, clothes
 Yachts, boats
 I want more
 I'm working on dying