Lyrics:
bitch splash
Don't take no photos, I don't like the flash
I ball by myself, keep making that cash
Gotta, stack it up, stack it up fast
I need a big body
i'll talk about paper
Money make things circulate if it ain't cash we'll sort it out later
Ain't got time for no hater bands on my mind stack cash like
and moon
Dodging bullets chasing paper, that's my tune
In this concrete jungle, you're the hunter I'm the goon
I built my empire brick by brick, but
KA$HE!
Stack the paper, run it up
Bags in tha brinks truck
Damn, I can't get enough
She can't even get me up
Lean in my sippy cup
Got my stomach
danced every dance,fought off each advance
And was envied by every girl in town.
She had stacks and stacks of letters,class rings
And high school sweaters
blinds you
I'm never lookin back
So I won't ever go out sad
Chasin paper you know imma get to the bag
All this emotion in a song goes by fast
And imma let
If you ain’t with us you’re messing with the agenda
We only make hits ladies just throw your hands up
Better fall back if you ain’t about that paper
I can picture me rocking rose gold
All about the paper ain't no jokes told
I pray I don't die young I hope I grow old
Being broke is a no no Been
It's Otto Buckz
Bagging up in the trap amazing
I had bag ran through it
When i got me some paper the fan blew it
And if this shit so easy why they
I've been grinding got my paper now, yeah
Look
I got the juice
I got my stack up still ain't bought a pair of loubs
I'm investing in houses I'm making
You don't know all the shit that I been through
All the pain and the struggle that I live through
Now I'm rolling up these papers that I smoke
You niggas don't be out like that
You ain't on the paper route like that
You don't keep it in a drought like that
I'm on the go got to stay busy
So
on her like what's happening
Dripping in all this designer wear
Shit you ain't never seen anywhere
Dow Jones paper I'm trying to make her
If she ain't
up in the city rather go and stack this paper up
Can't hate the boi
I bet a lot gone say they made the boi
I came up off of dice aint punch no clock
I've been on a paper hunt, tryna get my paper up
Countin' 20s, 50s, and them hundreds, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Don't talk behind my back, lil' nigga
Baby never drew inside the lines
She said never let a pen hold you down
And she never let a body hold her down
Now all this ink on the paper you
need a major
We on did the labor
We don't need no favors
We some mother fucking hustlers
By Nature
All of ever know is
Go an get that paper
FTM major
We
I’m really tryna do is make my stack
Stackin paper stackin cash
Drinkin liquour living fast
(Living fast yeah)
(Yeah)
Stackin paper stacking cash
in yo lane
I'm on a grind
Look what I become
You ain't built for this
The game ah chew you up
like some gum
I built this life
Brick by brick
I built
dead
It's too much paper to get can ya dig it?
Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit' it?
Shit...
Game that's my thang
And it
(like repossession)
Belive that
By the way that you scream my name
I put a talk that you ain't been claimed
Now you up in here with that lame
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I
paper
Stack it up move it around
Fuck later
Get off the ground
Can't be worried about no hater
Keep you 100 then you Catered
Been living in money power
You're the ol' lady from the society pages
From a small town somewhere I used to be
You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff
That didn't appeal to me
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