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cool
Been a Goddess, so I play by my own rules
Sucked to the paper like a motherfuckin' purple glue
Got him overthinkin', man, what she bout to do
We

blowed, fire
Hot like fire but she so cold, fire
I go from zero to a hundred in seven seconds,
Pedal to the metal getting paper cashing checks
Full speed

Shit, you got me fucked up
(Mmm) Let's do it baby
Why you fuckin' with me and messin' around
I just wanna sit down, what?
Go in closer you're too far

I'm in a letterman jacket, she wanna know what I'm packin'
I got the vitamin uh, to turn a lil bitch to an addict
But she a lil crack head, crack

do what I do
And shordy be calling
Cus she know I move
She know that I’m balling
I do what I do
If I want it I got it
I’m whipping that new new
And I

on a chain. (Ice)

Yea 

Can't fall off, you still with that bitch cause your dollars be short

I'm sipping this shit, but I don't got a cough

Dressed in all

bring a friend
But I told her baby then she better be a ten
I got
Two girls driving two girls in the back
I'm in between the homies with the shorties

they let my heater in
Ion do relations therefor i could never cheat again
Out here chasing paper just move smart then you could be the man
Don't keep

so many times couldn't be close to you
Left me by myself all them times you was gone
I came home momma passed out on the lawn
She drowning in alcohol,

baby I'ma save my paper
Gotta get dinero hit a lick like this shit Takers
Yeah she gon' mop the clique and we don't even gotta pay her
I can't fuck with

yeah
Fuckin' this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been

My cousin got 'em first and passed 'em to my gran, she spat on the food and got a home help van
She infected the 'Port by about 70% and gave an itchy

to the radio
Man, look, we can't waste no time on it
Cause it's on my mind homie
And I got my mind on it, for real
I got my mind on it
I got my
N***a I got my

go through
I got problems to the roof
Only searching for the truth
What's a man supposed to do
Yeah I got it by myself
I been grinding tooth and nail

paper chase I'm gon get a bag
My momma she wanting a big house
I told her that I'm gonna get it I'll do what it takes now
How come my pops he gon call now

his brains get touched
Turn his brains to muk
Looking all gooey and shit
Just by the looks
You had a brick its like ya boofing the shit man
Hands

like a paper today
I got water and ice like the base of a glacier
Get greeted by name by the waiter
I made it
My fit customized by a tailor
The center

the rain
Then I wondered why she kept taking out her paper bag
She says " Don't you know that nothing ventured, nothing gained "

Coz she got a paper bag

And she brought a friend I brought my brother for the lay up
And he gon ball he gon ball he gon ball
If the convo ain't about the money or the paper
I'm not

Yeah
(Tip Tip on the beat hoe)
Junya
Aye
Bleu cheese on my dinner plate
Always paper chasing I can't stay away
But I just got a text from bae say she

I got my foot on niggas neck man I just can't chill
Been making moves last year I was at a standstill
If I don't do the job then you know my mans

Aight check this out right
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
My nigga Birdman say yo Khaled man
Lets do something for the streets listen

Shh d-Boy in

route
Plaster road I make 'em proud
Wavyboy parker yeah I got them like wow
She said that she likes me I'm her type of guy
Get up in my whip baby yeah we

Tin Angel

Bob Dylan

Tempest

2012

other and their glasses clinked
One single unit, inseparably linked
"Got a strange premonition there's a man close by"
"Don't worry about him, he wouldn't