When I die, bury me inside the booty club (What I'm seein' from the back I can't front on) Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on
(Then hand the valet the keys to the Mercy) I show up with a check to your work place I'm jokin', I'm just serious, I asked herĭon't be actin' like no actress, if we preachin' then we practiceĭon't be reachin', don't be touchin' shitĬause I will turn you back to a pedestrian How 'bout she hit the Westin and get her best friend? She said, "How 'bout I get you jewelry from the Weston?"
Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, "Do better" Weren't you at niece's graduation? Man, I hate those kids 'Specially if you paid a couple payments on her mamma crib 'Specially if you put that BMW in the garage Ya'll been together ten years, you deserve a ménage You go downstairs and fall asleep with the T.V, on She holding out, she ain't givin' to the needy huh? It's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh? So when I die, bury me next to two bitches True to my religion, true everything I'm too different When I die, bury me inside the Truey store When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store When your girl leave me she need a hair salon Referee, with the whistle, brrrrrt! hold his tech You the realest nigga breathin' if I hold my breath Just made a jewel, I got bands everywhere She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty When I die, bury me inside that Louis store
When I die, bury me inside that Gucci store They ask me what I do and who I do it forĪnd how I come up with this shit up in the studioĪll I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
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