Dies Irae (Ballin' in My Swag Tomb)
Hey everybody, Papa Molly here
Talking to you from the grave, yep, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dirty dirty dead
And it might be going to my head, but
I thought I would tell you all about my shit
Where it's gonna go and who is gonna get it
So just sit back and take some notes cuz
Newsflash, y'all are gonna be broke
Broke broke broke, broke broke
Y'all are gonna be broke
Broke broke broke broke broke broke broke broke
Y'all are gonna, gonna be broke
My parents don't get shit, my sisters don't get shit
None of you get any of my shit
That's right, I'm keeping all of it, ha
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Call me King Tut, call me King Tut
Not giving my money to any of you guys
Not gonna spend my riches on you little bitches
You can make cash cuz you're still alive
Catch me floatin' on the River Styx in my Perini Navi
Chillin' in my pyramid like my girl Nefertari
Send my regards to my family (family)
Send my great love to my friends (friends)
But I'm keeping my shit whether or not you all like it
Rollin' like a baller in my grave, in my gold pit
Dollars on dollars and cash upon cash
Ain't leavin' this dumb world without any swag
Dollars on dollars and cash upon cash upon cash upon cash
Solvet saeculum in favilla
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm deady deady dead
Why would I fuckin' care what's going on in your head, oh
Dead dead, deaditty dead
Dead dead dead dead dead, dead dead dead dead
My parents don't get shit, my sisters don't get shit
None of you get any of my shit
What can I say, I still got ballin' to do
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Call me King Tut, call me King Tut
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Call me King Tut, call me King Tut
Call me King Tut, call me King Tut
Well, I think we've all learned a valuable lesson today
So, um, uh, go forth and be unto, oh whatever, you get it
But she was going to give me her 24 pack of Roseart colored pencils
Now now, child, as the Bible doth decree: for where your treasure is, your heart will lie also
Although, I was promised some certain light up Sketchers, postmortem
Well, that's about all there is to see here! Let's bury this motherfucker
Talking to you from the grave, yep, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dirty dirty dead
And it might be going to my head, but
I thought I would tell you all about my shit
Where it's gonna go and who is gonna get it
So just sit back and take some notes cuz
Newsflash, y'all are gonna be broke
Broke broke broke, broke broke
Y'all are gonna be broke
Broke broke broke broke broke broke broke broke
Y'all are gonna, gonna be broke
My parents don't get shit, my sisters don't get shit
None of you get any of my shit
That's right, I'm keeping all of it, ha
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Call me King Tut, call me King Tut
Not giving my money to any of you guys
Not gonna spend my riches on you little bitches
You can make cash cuz you're still alive
Catch me floatin' on the River Styx in my Perini Navi
Chillin' in my pyramid like my girl Nefertari
Send my regards to my family (family)
Send my great love to my friends (friends)
But I'm keeping my shit whether or not you all like it
Rollin' like a baller in my grave, in my gold pit
Dollars on dollars and cash upon cash
Ain't leavin' this dumb world without any swag
Dollars on dollars and cash upon cash upon cash upon cash
Solvet saeculum in favilla
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm deady deady dead
Why would I fuckin' care what's going on in your head, oh
Dead dead, deaditty dead
Dead dead dead dead dead, dead dead dead dead
My parents don't get shit, my sisters don't get shit
None of you get any of my shit
What can I say, I still got ballin' to do
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Call me King Tut, call me King Tut
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Ballin' in my swag tomb, hoes
Ballin' in my swag tomb, bitches
Call me King Tut, call me King Tut
Call me King Tut, call me King Tut
Well, I think we've all learned a valuable lesson today
So, um, uh, go forth and be unto, oh whatever, you get it
But she was going to give me her 24 pack of Roseart colored pencils
Now now, child, as the Bible doth decree: for where your treasure is, your heart will lie also
Although, I was promised some certain light up Sketchers, postmortem
Well, that's about all there is to see here! Let's bury this motherfucker
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Writer(s): Mary Monahan
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