Yasha - Heaven Bound Lyrics

Living like this on a regular basis
I'm keeping it humble, I'm never the basic
I'm turning the table, I'm in all they faces
I'm smelling like money, They loving the fragrance
I'm too G, Ima keep it real witcha
I'm right by you baby, Put you all in the picture
Never talk shit we get down to the issue
I'm mopping up shit, You only use a tissue
I like how you look, I could never re-fix you
This an impala, It's not the reissue
Keepin' it classic, It's still wrapped in plastic
I sit in velour, It's a south Dallas fabric
No time for the beef, No time for the static
10 to a 20, Double it up like it's magic
I didn't have it all, took the time into practice
You coulda had game, but your shit now is average
Got shorty with me going right to the city
In the next seat, Gah damn she's pretty
You heaven bound baby put it all on the feeling
I'm liking yo craft, You can sell, Make a killing
Cash into you build you up like a building
The sky is the limit, not touching the ceiling
I need it all now, and that bag imma reel in
Your new shit is weak, It ain't even appealing
Used to be broke, I was smoking on dro
Used to be tweaking, Dad was knocking on the doe
Was tryna make cash, I was tryna make dough
Niggas they was laughing, They was moving too slow
Bet all on me, I'm good by the morning
Rapping up in school cause the class was too boring
Teacher at my desk, I was in the room snoring
Mackin' up with bitches, I was down for the scoring
Yeah, She know, She know I got
She know I got
She know I got cake, cake, cake, cake
Whatever she need imma bake
Whenever there's cash imma rake (yeah)
Whatever you got imma take (yeah)