Paper Thoughts (feat. Molli Boogotti)

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Winter Boi Moe

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I be on other shit
For all of this money
These niggas can't f*ck with this
You know it get really litt
I am that nigga
They act so oblivious

We be on other shit
Don't f*ck with no mixy shit
Don't f*ck with no mixy bitch
The game in my pocket and I had to run with it
Lemme show how I really get

When I touch all of this money, I get the feeling that I fell in love with it
Love for the money will have you go savage, my nigga I need me another ten
Losing a friend, will have you go crazy, the pain make you say you gon spin again
In Brooklyn they hopped out of sprinter vans
Goofy ass niggas ain't feeling them
Ain't have it before
All this drip that I got on, I got even more
Check for the score
Ball so hard fr, I tear up the court

Tell em I'm going insane, look at the glow up lil nigga, we not the same
Love all my bruddas the same, don't violate, I done got good with the aim
Go getters, we get it forreal
Went thru the worst, I done had juice for a meal
They hatin, they haters fr
Bitches talk shit but they gon f*ck with me still
These bars I got em that's real, Ain't fucking with me, No I do not need a pill,

Niggas keep telling me chill
Cause I'm going crazy, Only the money I'm chasing
They know I'm patiently waiting, want all the money you can keep being famous
I see it, I want it, I take it, ain't switching for nothing I'm the same when I make it

I be on other shit
For all of this money
These niggas can't f*ck with this
You know it get really litt
I am that nigga
They act so oblivious

We be on other shit
Don't f*ck with no mixy shit
Don't f*ck with no mixy bitch

Dont fck wit no mixey bitch
They are irrelevant
Chasin this check like i'm waiting fa a settlement

On a another level I ain't playin bout that
Think i got me swag jacked
Good thing I'm the truth only fuckin wit the real
So I move wit the tool that's Chicago drill
Yung Bull irregardless of who who step to me
On Demon time no matter where I be
No time fa the bullshit beat them feet
Ctrl alt delete the fake internet beef

Ma niccas ain't poppin no pills
Too busy running up a sack yea farrell
I am the pill standin on that
Couple groupie baes that'll merch that's fact
Gettin to the paper how i get ma lick back
Pretty brown brown
Soft round round

Violate they gone find u in the lost an found
Gotta kno that's how I'm bumin all year around
Me n ma ridahs is solid forreal
You get wat u give give a f*ck how u feel
Ain't no snacks over here this a full meal
An shit green but the paper trail

Cook County baby til they bury me
Only the biggest steppas gone feel me
Cuz they love that u real til they ask how u feel n u tell em

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