Lyrics:
a tune on Monday
By Tuesday it's leaking
I'm peaking, people, I'm peaking
Promoters pay the price I'm peaking
I'm playing with pure P's I'm peaking
Pick up
easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But
S-I-M-P
I am a S-I-M-P
Spending money and I still feel empty
Say you love me 'til my pocket's emptied
Why would you do that?
Why would you let me?
Baby
the roose
Caught by the blocks now they shooting at schools ( Tu tu tu )
Been wayne to get P’s like bruce,
Just How T brought pains & Moves
Like Scofield
anybody
And me funny about the cheddar more money affi make by the hour
Dawg we always pon the block and all the girls wanna gas you
You Dre pon the field
Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
I'm feelin Like Pac
"ALL Eyez On Me"
Opposite of Biggie
But I'm Ready to d-i-e
Skinny like Nipsey
R-i-p
I'm a do what I does
Till my Time u-p
I'm
Yea, we real thugs
All our problems solved by guns
And all our lives depends on the drugs so yea
All my brothers R.I.P
Better be dead than not be free
motherfucker get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a motherfucking trip
world,
Still,
R.I.P.P.S.
R.I.P.P.S.
It's still,
R.I.P.P.S.
Still,
Representing for,
The gangstas,
cll across the world,
Still,
It's still,
Rest in
screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called New
drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a bitch
Cost a lil' money
And by us I mean the 51 states of my mind
Cause I reside mainly in my head sometimes
When I'm back Its rent free cause my rents is kind
I mean I do pick
walking through me like a mall
At work I'm mopping the floor, watching the whores on TV
Getting more P then me, all they do is twerk
You think I wanna be
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Verse One:
I need...mo money mo money mo, suck
yeah issa Crazy P hit
Now roll yourself a jay and take a hit or two
And smoke by yourself or with your boo
Or pass it round to the homies cuz its puff
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
Shit God damn
I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean
bitch we on the way
Don't push it let us legislate
No pity we get it
The money team bitch I'm with it
These niggas hating we flashing
No talking I like
the fuck is a homie
I got me a P, make it go nutty
I got me a Glock, what the fuck is a buddy
I fuck me a P, I'm gettin' real money
I feel like poo, cause I
Saturday
I just go do it for money for my Fam ya I'm trying to live right ya
I just go do it for money
I just go do it for money ya ya
I just go do it for
They put our mask on the money so I mastermind
Don't mind the mess, I'm a mass, I ain't just rappin' rhymes
Jid really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclear
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