Lyrics:
blinded by a Masquerade
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste
blinded by a Masquerade
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste
we go down, we keep on smokin’ it right by the pound (Smokin’ it right by the)
Can’t even talk (talk)
I knew that boy was a fed (I knew that boy was
now pull ya paper out!
(yeeeeeeeeeeeaaah) real niggas!
(real niggas) Jack boys! (Jack
Boy) Dope dealers! (yeeah)
OK, now pull ya paper out!
We gon'
gliding
Paper plane
To dms
Got her insta
Won't be her mister
Might play twister
(Hehe)
(c'mon)
Too Bad
She love when her boys come bad
Come in smooth like
micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need stitches, whinin' bitches with
clothes, hair weave an' micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need
boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
that codeine
Take a sip of morphine
Make your eyes go ZZZ
You know what I mean
Getting money by any means
Getting paper without limit for my self-esteem
You so bitch made, bitch boy, smoke you like a blunt
Can't tell if I'm dreaming, can't recall not waking up
Paper dreams, paper dreams, paper dreams
hustle on the block)
Uh, okay
Kool-aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors
(Ain't no flavors)
We relate to Jesus, most my people born in
the geez on the streets undercover
I said keep it undercover
Ke mapara
Prodigies with a dream shay le number
Itty bitty broke boy
Itty bitty broke boy
You
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
we all about the money
So go head
And stack it up
I said get that paper
Do that shit by any means
Only time you seen a check
Is in your dreams man
I
Benjamins
Sho ni aza? Ko ji masun
Wan by load eh
Omo na instantly
Awon boys fe pawo, owo pupo
Money wey fit make me to sign me
Money wey dey turn Chevy
invaded by Italy
Right side Paris left side flaggin'
Paper is is my main chick me and money married
And that's all a nigga know bitch
That's why
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
Them boys is stinking
East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers
My bitch is
(C)Out on the corner (G7)standin' so bold
Stood a little paper boy so hungry and (C)cold
And as the crowd came (G7)passin' by
These words he said
See Me...
Just a different kind of breed!
I'm going hard by any means
Stack this paper with a lot of dreams
I'm praying these haters don't
They say money bring pain like a paper cut
Rap game like franchise I want it all ain’t takin paper cuts
870 Usian run tht paper up
They say boy you
the church
Preaching the facts
Spitting a verse getting stacks
Paper on paper I'm getting the racks
Yeah I'm getting there, step by step by step by step by
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