Young Chop - Devil Wants My Soul lyrics

[Hook:x2] I pray to God I ain't ever dying broke If I ever owe you, you ain't ever going broke Everything you seen been the realist sh** you saw What the business is keep minds on Allah Devil want my soul, b**hes turn me cold Bottle after bottle watching b**hes on a pole Promise never fold, Money never fold Gettin money fast, watchin n***as dying slow [Verse:1] Whippin on that stove Hoppin out that ghost With a hundred chains on this industry is cold f** them n***as told Everything we sold Made it out the corner, I'm fifty racks a show Whippin on that stove Got my money grown money Orders to my brother, ice got em all hung Hustle in my bones Better watch your tone n***as catch your life just for talkin on that phone We get it on our own Now everythin we own Tell em stop smalls talkin, all my money grown Mansion on my arm Coke boy talk Made it out the bottom, out the bottom like I told em [Hook:x2] [Verse:2] Promise never fold (aah) And my money never fold (aah) Made it to the top like I told em (aah) Let em keep talkin I'mma show em (aah) That I'mma bring to any n***a that want it- Ooh devil wants my soul Self made millionaire! no n***a I owe Made it out that hole, now watch a n***a ball 24 chains, 24k gold High School to the Pros, ballin like Lebron Hood got young n***as stressing, going bald Came up I was poor, now Rosé I pour And I ain't scared of sh** just a n***a dying broke [Hook:x2]