Amen (feat. Drake) (Explicit)

I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health  for my family
And lettin' me BALL on these niggas
Now it's a lot of bad b**ches in the building
A couple real niggas in the building
I'm finna kill niggas in the building
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church
We make it light up like a church
She wanna f**k and I say church
Do Liv on Sunday like a church
Bottle after bottle  drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom watch them b**ches catch the holy ghost
Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin' broke
Shorty wanna f**k me I say get on top and rollercoast
And I lay back  she go cray
F**k me good  but she no stay
Murder on that p**sy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it  And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I'm on probation  when they test me I just pee Rozay
Cause last night  I went hard  Peach Ciroc  Patron and all
Thirty racks on Magnum bottles  I think I was born to ball
Lookin' like a million plus  fresh I'm out that corner store
Hater I be doin' me  you guys should be doin' y'all
I'm stackin' money to the ceiling
All this ice that's in my Rollie I be chillin'
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children
Just bought my niggas some cane  so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some d**e  so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumpin' the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin' 'bout how they livin'
And loanin' a little money and keepin' 'em out of prison
I ain't lyin' in my verses I'm just telling you the basics
Of growin' up with your friends and becoming the one that made it  Yes lord
All gold  man I got these b**ches soul
Talkin' bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worry 'bout your followers  you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek  young niggas poppin' like our collars up
And good ain't good enough  and your hood ain't hood enough
Spend my whole life putting on  you spend your whole life putting up
Ain't no telling when I go  so there ain't sh*t that I'mma wait for
I'm the type to say a prayer  then go get what I just prayed for
Ni**a  church
Lord forgive me for my sins  I'm just tryna win
And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock  then 3 o clock she wet again
I'm screamin' “Oh Lord”
That p**sy good  that p**sy good
I'm tryin to hold on
I wish I could  you think I should
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man
We keep it secret illuminati
Got Patron On deck
And Ciroc all in my bottlePush it all on here
She was on that Repressitol
She take it all off
And I take her off
And this b**ch spinnin' like I hit the lotto