Lyrics
When I die bury me with Gucci shades and a bad bitch
When I die throw a party for the homies and some ratchets
When I die give my momma all the money I've been stacking
When I die, pour some apple juice and Henny on my casket
When I die bury me with Gucci shades and a bad bitch
When I die throw a party for the homies and some ratchets
When I die give my momma all the money I've been stacking
When I die, pour some apple juice and Henny on my casket
When I die, tell them why I stay true to all my guys
Loyalty in my veins, I could never leave them dry
When I die, tell them how I got it poppin' from the dirt
When I die, tell them how they tried to clown me for my worth
When I die, need a couple million dollars on my Visa card
At that point in time I'll probably marry the Latina jawn
Fuego like the heat is on
Tell her put the Beatles on
Imma rock her body one more time before my seed is gone
Whoo, get that Henny in that bag, tell 'em adios
Call the homies throw a party out there on the coast
Tell my body, my whole body, AZ I might go
Tell my momma that I'm sorry but I gotta go
When I die bury me with Gucci shades and a bad bitch
When I die throw a party for the homies and some ratchets
When I die give my momma all the money I've been stacking
When I die, pour some apple juice and Henny on my casket
When I die bury me with Gucci shades and a bad bitch
When I die throw a party for the homies and some ratchets
When I die give my momma all the money I've been stacking
When I die, pour some apple juice and Henny on my casket
When I die, I hope I can leave behind all of the hoes
When I die, I hope one day Imma see all of my bros
When I die, hope I'm on the beach and sipping margaritas
When I die, rocking 20 chains and acting like a diva
When I die, tell my team live it up and get that green
Give some money to my family
Take my mom on shopping sprees
Bury me with all white jeans
Tuck my shirt and cuff my sleeves
Hundred racks up in my jacket
Doc Martins all in my feet
When I die, get that Henny in that bag, tell 'em adios
Call the homies throw a party out there on the coast
Tell my body, my whole body, AZ I might go
Tell my momma that I'm sorry but I gotta go
When I die bury me with Gucci shades and a bad bitch
When I die throw a party for the homies and some ratchets
When I die give my momma all the money I've been stacking
When I die, pour some apple juice and Henny on my casket
When I die bury me with Gucci shades and a bad bitch
When I die throw a party for the homies and some ratchets
When I die give my momma all the money I've been stacking
When I die, pour some apple juice and Henny on my casket