Angels

Bad Boy

Maybach

You ain't even got to count the money

It's all out

Boss!

All aboard

Last train to Paris

Uh, uh

I'm a photographers dream

Count cream as my chain swing

Mack eleven for the things that the days bring

I'm after chedder Dirty Money yeah I chase cream

Patent leather like I'm Puffy in my Saleen,

I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team

I'm out in space can't you seem I am a A-lien

My wrist A-List, Audemar's ageless,

Bezel lit up like a billboard out in Vegas

You can't be serious baby you know I'm on

Top five but can send you to the most high

Dope boy and there's even in the bow tie

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

Rick the Ruler my mula produce the carrots

Lets bow our heads I gave you something to cherish

Came from the heavens 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 this slow song for you you

And love was nothin' but another gun for you

And I would hide it in my hopeless soul

I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go,

I don't know, you can hear them callin, don't you,

When the angels call like

If you don't wanna stay you can goo

It seems love don't live here no more

The angels are flying so low,

Singing to you (don't you hear me callin' you)

He's the one you love (cause I hear them callin' me)

And he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through)

Time is runnin' out (there's nothin' left to do)

When they're callin' you

When the angels call like (i answer)

Uh, uh, uh

Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn

Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies

Look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up

Moms crotched up over the casket screamin' bastard

Cryin', know my friends is lyin'

I know who killed em' filled 'em

With them luggers from they rugers on they deserts

Dyin' aint the shit

But it's pleasant kinda quiet

Watch my niggas bring the riot

For me, for you,

I will tell the angels no

Let them 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, pick you

When the angel's call like

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 callin you)

He's the one you love (cause I hear them callin me)

And he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through)

Time is runnin out (there's nothin left to do)

When they're callin you

When the angels call like (i answer)

Came from the heavens 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 this slow song for you you

And love was nothin' but another gun for you

And I would hide it in my hopeless soul

I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go,

I don't know, you can hear them callin, don't you,

When the angels call like

If you don't wanna stay you can goo

But since love don't live here no more

The angels are flying so low,

Singing to you (don't you hear me callin' you)

He's the one you love (cause I hear them callin' me)

And he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through)

Time is runnin' out (there's nothin' left to do)

When they're callin' you

When the angels call like (i answer)