Lyrics
(I'm working on dying)
Fifty thousand dollars on the line, it's time to spin
90 percent ownership, add another ten
Sitting 'round, talkin' 'bout what you coulda did, huh
Come and sign to Druski, come, be coulda been, huh
Come, be coulda been, huh, come, be coulda been, huh
And we accept Christians and niggas out the pen, huh
Come, be coulda been, come, be coulda been (come here)
You might get a Bentley (what?), You might get a Benz
I put the crack in the crack
I put the brack in the brack
She talkin' 'bout, "could've been that"
Yes, I could've been racks
She suckin' the coulda been cock
She fuckin' on all of my opps
I'm fuckin' on all of my opps
I'm signing a deal, to the top
Top, top, wah, wah
Hundred round homicide Glock
I shoot the gun 'til it pop
Pop, wah, wah, wah
I'm a fiend for the Rox'
I'm a fiend for the Rox'
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Put the molly on my tongue
That's when I cum, ah (I'm working on dying)
Fifty thousand dollars on the line, it's time to spin
90 percent ownership, add another ten
Sitting 'round, talkin' 'bout what you coulda did
Come and sign to Druski, come, be coulda been, huh
Come, be coulda been, huh, come, be coulda been, huh
And we accept Christians and niggas out the pen, huh
Come, be coulda been, come, be coulda been (white)
You might get a Bentley, you might get a Benz
Signed, coulda been
Signed, coulda been
Signed, coulda been
Signed, coulda been