[Hook]
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul

[Verse 1]
Now when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
I rise out a coffin, vampire style
Hop up something like Tales From The Crypt
Give you goosebumps, R.L. Stine
That's just normal, Nick at night shit
Tumbling around with scratchy eyelids
I break in your house with the fancy-schmancy
With my new handy-dandy spy kit
If I ordered you a drink then I probably spiked it
If we had money you would probably wife it
I was all in that throat like tonsillitis
Better be careful fucking with people
You don't know what make them tick and
You don't know their vices
He looks alive but he's lifeless
Fucking with me you get killed for a pack of diapers
I got a body in the trunk like a D.C. sniper
She put a molly on her tongue now you see she hyper
She just need to get out some more
What's all the moaning and pouting for?
Me I went broke in a whore house
Your dumb ass went broke trying to house a whore
All of the odds were against me, all of the accounts were empty
Every single door was closed and not a motherfucking single ounce of hope was in me
I used to curse out god, I made a deal with the devil
I ain't speaking out of term but they say I burn money on a whole 'nother level
Petey
[Hook]
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul

[Verse 2]
I'm encaved in an igloo of cold devotion, no emotion
Drown in syrup I float the ocean
Smoke a bone and put my crazy thoughts into locomotion
I'm driven by sick ass shit, I got loco motives
Ran up in the I.C.U. pissed in the I.V., I broke the roses
If you can't escape [?], not at all
I got a PhD in spillage, and I'm on call
Walk around feeling like Curtis Snow, fuck n***as we ball
Fuck around and make an ass of yourself
Bitch let me hear you hee-haw
You talk about stunting and shit?
Bitch a do a front tuck in the whip
Ho I don't give a fuck I'm the shit
Tell your mother her kid is a son of a bitch
Your girl gave me nothing but lip
I gave that hoe nothing but dick
Rapping to reaper all of my beats
But everyone know that I come from the Rich
Petey
[Hook]
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul