Lyrics Heaven - Celly Bucks

You kno real niggas go to Heaven
I done came up on some money not too mention
Shorty bad she kinda move with aggression (Huh)
From the trap I pull up models in my section
I can go belenciaga with no question
I can never let her treat me like I'm second
I can't let no nigga preach me imma reverend

Niggas broke they fuckin up the money
Keep her on a schedule she can't fuck me when she want me
I kno she fuckin off cuz I'm that type of man
The first time I caught a hit I never wrote again
The first time I caught a run we was selling Grams
The first time a seen a gun it was me and nan
And I'm really to the cash
If she ain't got it spend a bag for the ass
If she ain't got it I'm the man for the tab
Lotta bitches only wanna fuck me cuz I rap
Lotta bitches only wanna fuck my cuz I... huh
Gotta get the money we was known for selling... huh
I been hearing lotta niggas talking bout me
If she ain't a 10 then she can't walk around me
You kno I keep it P so I went Prada prolly
Imma put her in it she got Prada body
I kinda was hoping that the money made it right
I kinda was hoping you would stay with me tonight
It get complicated I was tryna live my life
I get medicated I be higher than a kite
It's hard to trust these bitches they be moving outta spite
Hadda tuck that work I kept that Cuban in my Nikes
I can run it up go baguette Cuban on my ice
I done made this flow I'll let you use it for a price