Lyrics:
Paper
[Verse 1]
I'm bout money it's M.O.B
Benz, Grants, that's all I see
Brown paper bag, pass that to me
grab that duffel bag out the backseat
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
before my paper was tight
Boo, you's a real bitch
I write that real shit
That them niggaz just got to get with
I bounce in and out of town just like
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
worried bout that
I guess I got them papers in my pockets
And I grew up
Still putting paper in my pockets
I won't ever change
Forward to my residence
I
know dis power
Only real niggas give paper showers
Three, four grand like every hour
And I don't give a fuck who else in town
Midwest come through,
don't be basic, said you bout it (mmm)
Big whip it's spacious got a bad bitch giving knowledge (bhad)
Keep a lil basic bitch trash personality (yeauh)
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class
They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while
I'm a professional, pimpin like rational
Worldwide, but it's national
you betta ask them hoes
and ask them clothes
who dat smokin beeds
talkin bout
myself smoke and count this paper
'La bitch bent on the table
Beat 'dat 'la baby rock 'dat crattle
I'm 'tryna get to the paper get me a mansion and by me
I took my day ones straight out of the gutter
Ride by myself I don't need me a brother
Right where I am from we don't front bout our paper
I ride
what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car, and drove to
The quote scene of the crime unquote
I want to tell you 'bout the town of Stockbridge,
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
always known
Ya know bout getting paper, it'll never be gone
You can be up in a mansion, even in a trailer
Still be sittin' pretty if ya know bout gettin'
wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Rappin 'bout my life of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill
[chorus 2x]
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
[Young Buck]
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man I'm just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit.
Niggaz workin wit
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From the down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just
rich
Well respected and protected, I got mob ties in this bitch (for real)
Thinkin' 'bout snatchin' chains, we snatchin' brains, you dyin' in this
Fuck it ima have to eat up the beat drop the shit I bet it heat up the street Love my life I bet I squeeze on my heat counting paper I be chasing
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