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matter where you are
Where you been where you live
Everybody and their moms is straight for workin for that l paper x2

Man i fucking hate all of you leech

the wrong choice
Now he's 19, in a coffin

Money changes lives
Money dreams buy
Don't judge my
Way to survive
You not by my side
Living my life
Seeing through

past and
Thinking back on trips on Manhattan
Dad was rolling hotels like the plaza
Black bellhops holding
Rich people bags, tip their hats to old men

(The Goose is Loose)
(Assorted Onomatopoeia)
(General Fuckery)
Yeah
Yeah
YEAH
YEAH
YEAH!
YEAH!
Yeah
Ow
My girl got an apple bottom so I took her

the cam
I dreamt my wife had a black boy
My girl made a small wonder and I filmed it on an Android
Remember when I couldn't bag a hoe with a fly rump

stone
The apple don't fall, that's why I was all alone

I did it on my own, intimidated by failure
The world could be so cold, I put my faith in the paper

a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for

after all them bad bitches that been bartending at ya Apple Bees
And do it happily
Cause they don't know about ya real life
Signing papers on the Gram but

the gun
Religion is table scraps
Projection is entertainment
Freedom as a new shoulder bag
The more protection, the richer they come
Climb onto its feet,

play with luck, hold your aces up
Heart rate is stuck for this paystub
You wanna slide through and get a paper cut
On a different wave and you love

the paper
Seeing it through cause this green it could cover a acre
We cutting shit like a taper
Dump in the bushes now you could go sleep with a razor
I'm

it all to win the fight
I had to fall so many times (oh-oh-oh)
Now I'm the last one standin'

Yeah, you know the code we gotta live by
Never mind

Look at the wolf
All by himself
He keep it on shush
I don't need no help
All of these bitches I put on the shelf
Stack up my paper invest in myself

I love being by myself (Myself)
Motherfuckers think I don't ever need no help
Real nigga talk, I still thug it by myself
But they say scars never

Silk Road

Rick Ross

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

Let's dodge rain drops
Follow me

They say I always left a paper trail
Duffle bag in the attic, now how that paper smell (Woh)
And I musta left

So Sophisticated

Rick Ross

God Forgives, I Don't

2012

live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn shit down, yea I'm in my bag
And these nigg** so mad it's my turn now
And I

Spitting dog food on the road 12 trying to say I’m trafficking
I know I been that nigga been in cuts like first aid kits
Ever set a nigga live a bag a nigga

my cousin
Cause I'm getting bag
Disregarding my dna
Cause all of you niggas
Is fraud foul
Yall live by the morals
Of being fake

Decisions, Decisions

Goodie Mob

Muggs Presents the Soul Assassins, Chapter I

1997

Swimsuits with green bags
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin you product
Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up

Hook:
Up out'cha guts,

never settle
For the you money
You want it do better
This paper got me stuck in time
I don't know why
All this money blow my mind
Nobody told me
Be by my

On the fly, bake apple pie and then get high
Step aside, big underdogs it's our time 
We ride we ride we ride
We ride we ride we live
Vibe manifest energy

He left his apple watch, he left his phone
Scarred by all the nameless, faceless people
My good friend from home went out there alone
To live amongst

Block that bitch
Fuck it man
Muthafuckaz killin me,
Death by a thousand cuts,
I'm done knife fights Ima blow this bitch up,
Lyrics got me on a watch

Paper
Route business lil' nigga (Ha)
Hey (Hey)

I wake up every day and live it
Like it's gonna be my last
I been laughin' to the bank so
Much it got them