Angels
Bad Boy, Maybach
You ain't even gotta count the money
It's all there, Boss
All aboard, "Last Train to Paris"
Heh, via the ghetto (Maybach Music)
Uhh, uhh
I'm a photographer's dream, counting cream as my chain swing
Mac-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 Saleen
I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team
I'm outta space, can't you seem I am an alien?
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 (fire)
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
Rick the Ruler, my mula produce the carats (what?)
Let's bow our heads, I gave you somethin 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 beatin slow, and you know, this the end of the road
When I sing that slow song, for you
And love was nothin but 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 callin, don't you?
When the angels call like
Yo-hoo!
If you don't wanna stay, you can go!
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you
(Don't you hear them callin you?) He's the one you love
('Cause I hear 'em callin me) And he's the one you trust
(Like our 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 Brook-land
Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man
You wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!"
Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot (uh, uh, uh)
Fallin', 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
Yo-hoo!
If you don't wanna stay, you can go!
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you
(Don't you hear them callin you?) He's the one you love
('Cause I hear 'em callin me) And he's the one you trust
(Like our 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)
You ain't even gotta count the money
It's all there, Boss
All aboard, "Last Train to Paris"
Heh, via the ghetto (Maybach Music)
Uhh, uhh
I'm a photographer's dream, counting cream as my chain swing
Mac-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 Saleen
I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team
I'm outta space, can't you seem I am an alien?
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 (fire)
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
Rick the Ruler, my mula produce the carats (what?)
Let's bow our heads, I gave you somethin 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 beatin slow, and you know, this the end of the road
When I sing that slow song, for you
And love was nothin but 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 callin, don't you?
When the angels call like
Yo-hoo!
If you don't wanna stay, you can go!
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you
(Don't you hear them callin you?) He's the one you love
('Cause I hear 'em callin me) And he's the one you trust
(Like our 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 Brook-land
Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man
You wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!"
Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot (uh, uh, uh)
Fallin', 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
Yo-hoo!
If you don't wanna stay, you can go!
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you
(Don't you hear them callin you?) He's the one you love
('Cause I hear 'em callin me) And he's the one you trust
(Like our 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)
Credits
Writer(s): Deric Michael Angelettie, Mario Mendell Winans, Norman Jesse Whitfield, Christopher Wallace, Carlos Daronde Broady, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels, Shawn C. Carter, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, James Edward Fauntleroy Ii, Sean J. Combs, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick
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