Lyrics:
this paper like United with 151
Y'all pussy's talk shit and y'all just run
Just because we say was-sup to each other that doesn't make you my mans
No
Want to be filthy rich
Need a shorty that's
About her paper
And building up
No filthy trick
All in my face like
What do you want
God damn
You filthy miss
-I'm a motherfuckin Author like I'm robert greene
(Green)
-A Paper chaser as of lately all i see is green
But its meaningless unless i'm reaching for my
like I'm baby face
Fuck is you talking about, I don't chase don't need a bae
Ima keep it all the way 100
Nobody fucking with me, Ima be counting hunnids
Meathead
And what about Kenny Sep
And all my niggas that dead and gone that got caught in the rep
And my other heroes still livin
But they locked up
when I call in a favor
All the tribulation from my Lord and my savior
I thank Her all for cuz the boss up is major
I know about depression, how far it
double all that I won't paper my chips
I say money is a weapon so I paper my clips
Young fly Filipino on a flavorful tip
Scary money don't make no
lingers
If you gang gang?
Throw yo fingers up!
All my independent women throw yo fingers up!
If you a racist ass pig I throw my fingers up
If you only yo
drinking plain yellow lean, the codeine faded
Send one of my bitches out of town and keep me updated
I was trapping all summer just to up paper
Nigga, I'm
I cannot give'em no favors
I had get it up all on my own
Now I'm locked in on my paper
Right when get it then Im gettin' gone
Yah
I just been
Nigga you high or somethin'
I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch
the paper come
Love might be blind, but you're one of a kind
(One of a kind)
Damn baby, you all up in my mind
(All up in my mind)
Love the way you move, you
the sauna
And no, I am not one for all that drama
But fucking with me, you meeting my llama
Me and my niggas riding, we some demons
Can't fuck with no opp
like Mason
About to take them to church
All of my bitches be looney they crazy for goons
I'm whipping the car why they playing my toons
She eating
I'm trinna give a sens to my life
Not decline i define it with a pencil on white paper (white paper)
The feeling that i have is so divin when i'm
shit
They call me Vet I’m not your legal type of fella
Hell I might just fuck the world
My money blue my shorty yella
Tend to, make paper, off paper
my fist clenched
Throw about fifty on a tee, that's half a lick spent
Thought you big but you only making small bucks
Heard that y'all ain't rock with
all my days, issa talent
Cutting life short for these youngins in the streets bigger tally
They simply tryna make it
By getting all these drugs
Lacking
Doing our thing in Queens
We had dreams about being emcees
And there was no concern about so and so
And these record companies
But now we all are
about the journey and what really do concern me is the time that it took to get this dirty
My day ones, my family, my friends, my bloods must have dipped.
on my shoes, got the brews by the case
Rajon how I spit it in your face
Bro I'd rather be sorry than safe
Call me at eight
You know me bro I'm all ready
by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whiskey that came from Twickenham
by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whiskey that came from Twickenham
Aggressive aye
I been getting aggressive aye
Mama told me... by myself that shit just hectic
All this time on quarantine
Feeling like my life
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