Lyrics:
Blast Off
Hold up wait wait wait
Blast off
Take off
Blow it up
Yeah baby
Deep south boom bap by DJ Green
Let's go crazy
Blast off
Take off
Blow it
put a lil' dank in
Don't got time for no mother fuckin' fake friends
Real Taylor's smoke good weed and drink gin
Now its hard to name a country that I
supposed
I put her on some golds, and some vapors on her mind
Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side
Boss get cash money, smokin'
paper (paper)
Got a seat at my own table (table), don't need no favors (fuck it)
Ida Street baby, smokin' green by the acre
M-I-S-S (S), I-S-S
the man of the hour
Never sour Ferny Fern, yeah
Come by the TV
And just kick it with me
Put the Netflix on
Bust a quickie with me
Come get frisky with me
things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine,
more pop,
because he's dead and it's time for the paper chase
[Chorus]
(Mac Cris)
Now smoke a blunt wit'cha boy, commit Cream got that green
Now
mean
It’s time to hustle nigga get it by any means
What you mean
I mean paper
I mean green
I’m tryna feed my team
What you mean
I mean money over money
means
Gotta go get it by all means
Back in the day walk in the rain eating just rice and some green beans
Eating just rice and some green beans
strikes
Had to count up all the paper, took me three nights
Pray the Lord protect my soul, I'm just tryna make it (make it)
Had to leave them niggas
You get money but don't know how to act, that's young nigga shit
I smoke strong 'cause it help me relax
And the crib get controlled by an app
I pull
It's been a green light on you hoes
Green light on my foes
A green light, no stop sign
No stopping where we go
Yeah, don't think we gon getchu
Don't
frame make the dirt look clean
Mix it with the mid, make the work look green
Then sell it top dollar, keep the same routine
Just popped the blue bean,
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
some dirty hole the scene will be rerun
Not only Jacob Green, but many more you've never seen
It could be someone that you love gets done
Like Jacob
to visit, swear it's not exquisite
When we pop his fitted, see his top is missing
I put your face on a paper like politician
And my face on this paper from
millennium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be
Backwoods make cabbage
Then put that by my plate I'm eating steak and living lavish
I need at least an eighth rolled up, and a Bad Bitch
Who love to suck dick
cooking shit up if it's beef I'm a roll
Gum bottoms look blue I got green like the globe
Controlling the game
I'll get ahold of the gang I'll have them
never been afraid I'm in here thinking bad again, bad everyday
You get out what you put in it, we been winning for a minute Been on some really piffin'
to play it close These niggas foldin
When they back against the ropes, bro Just go chase some paper
It's a green light Yeah, I'm on go, go, go, go
Damn bad
Grab your biggest problem
By the words it can be written with
Put it down
Put it down
On the coloured paper
Don't save it for later
Put it down.
Now
Newspaper boy makin' his rounds
Spreadin' the word all over town
Drivin' his car just as fast as it will go
There's papers in the driveway,
homie that's when I hobble
Write up on the paper put the message in the bottle
In these darker times I'm going out full throttle
Suckin' on the joints
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