Lyrics:
dubbin all my digits remember
These bitches that doubted me
Getting paper by the minute these lil bitty bitches be crowding me
Mama she wouldn't let me
down like a anchor
I ain’t servin’ no strangers
Gangster
Gotta move it by the acre
Count it up like a banker
Mind only on da paper
Gotta hit em wit
All these children look to all these gangsters,
All the boys caught up in the system,
For the Gucci and the Prada,
And be eaten by the shore,
By all
my, Stay focus
(Jim Jones)
Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)
I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)
Stay sky high
blow this shit to kingdom come
all by myself with my green chonies on
feeling so good I'm feeling like a bong
bubbling inside and hot on top
I got smoke
this rap sport
[Grand Puba]
Now I be the minnnnd bogglin, iced tea gogglin
Rhyme style thorough, collect paper like the Tri-Boro
My flows release
I ain’t messing about
You can tell by my face
By my face
I ain’t messing about
I don’t wanna see you around
Can’t believe you made me hate myself
boss bigger, mean money go-getter
Seven-figure nigga still in the hood with the pistol
But the paper all come from the pad and the pencil
of L.A.
And my heart is like paper, I hate ya
I'm not from the land of the palms, so I know I can't stay here
I'm not native, but
My curves, San Gabriel
that you felt
And I've enabled you, wanted to stop it but wasn't able to
Thought that you would realize the problem, I was mistaken, too
I've lost all my
a man who was the king
He said, "My boy, we'll have some crazy scenes"
There weren't any scenes at all like he was talkin' about
He must've been the king
it all just me and you
Nobody was there just me and you
When you hold my hand you told me everything is gonna be all right
When you kissed my forehead
lookin' like a car note (car note)
All I need is you here right by my side
Take whatever you want, baby, let's ride
And whatever you won't do, let me
I just think bout u often
Why I think about u?
Why she tryna kill the pimp no
Put that nigga in a coffin woah
Her private parts is like fosset
U
the game way longer than these niggas
Can't play a player
Run me my paper
Cause at the end of the day
Im just playing the game
He want a bitch that get
know I keep 1000 niggas with me
When I walk into the party
Walking like we off a molly
Hoodies on like illuminate
My paper don't fold like origami
Bad
Say they wanna hear about the pain
And how we struggle
Started off with nothin'
Everyday we had to hustle
Told my grandma that I love her
Next day
Man I can't go home right now
I'm busy out n about
Might smoke some loud
Might cut thru town
Might change my flow for the crowd
Might just Stack some
takin' life as a gamble
And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten
All my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten
to kiss me?
I want to know!
What's that about?
Beach tides and moonlight,
Evenings at my house
I don't know why you liked me
But I loved kissing you all
man that boy by my side
Why you show me your paycheck just times it by five
Started missing all of those times, tripping on shit that don't even matter
and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
Now I'm a grown man, oh man
With the fuckin' habits of a the plan
I know,
That picture hangin' on the wall
Was painted by a friend
He gave it to me all down and out
When he owed me ten
Now it doesn't look like much i
nothing but poetry
I don't care about the money
Just to feed my family
Now that I got my victory
They tryna get close to me
Now that my wrist glittery
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