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bitch
And i’m breaking her back
Getting the checks
To put ice on my neck
It’s D$E hoe
And bitch we are
Straight Out The Gudda
I get to this paper
Straight

Never not working never not chasing this paper
I gotta get it man i swear i gotta get it
Never not working never not chasing this paper 
Im so

Finest Hour

Jay Rock

Follow Me Home

2011

And so I party like it's 2012
Split the swisher open, put the green inside the L
Cause any day I could take an L
So my niggas gather around so

the nine
Did it every time
Still dark enough
To get the sun to shine
Yeah they envy
Eyes green jungle vine
N I’ll still run a pound
Thru the underground

just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's
When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly
Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why

down, frostin' 'em

We put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler status, hatin' like Mitch Green
Off the wall auctions

the, check signer
Put the block to the grater
The fund genarator
It's warming like incubators
When your pockets is full of that
mozzerella the green

Dream chaser, be a your own boss Get paper, be your own boss
Got flavor, be your own boss Be your own boss , be your own boss
I'm Al Capone with

pictures but still in the frame
Cover your eyes this a plane Jane
I do it again
They tell me don't do it I cannot refrain
No pen or no paper I still draw

It's cool cause I'm bound
To Catch the white mouse
I'm outside your house
Go lock the door quick
Before I bust in
And put you to bed
With my fucking fist

that paper
Stevie Wonder to my haters
Blind to all these haters
Fuck all these haters
They are my motivators
Green alone me want see out ya
Cheese

But everybody else
It's sad what your doing to yourself
Money is the mission let's go
Yo

I just want that paper
I just want that paper
I just want that

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

I been tryna' stay out of sight
I been tryna' win this fight
And I keep on stuffing the gas in the papers I feel like it ease my mind
Tryna' figure

But I know when niggas tryna sell me dreams
Is it the paper or the way a nigga ball
That got these niggas waiting on the day a nigga fall
Sorry that my

Paper be green like it's collard greens
It's green
Stack it all up got no gravity
Low gravity

Ay you gotta be ready to die for it
Go get your own by any

Uh
Yo
Get a job, stack some green
Just hustle by any means
Legit tho keep it clean
And feel the soul
My angels watching me
My angels talk to me
They

Fresh King, everywhere I go
Don't fuck with me, just fuck with me
I treat this beat like it's Kenny
I got henny on my block
I dougie and milly rock
Put

We Will Survive

3rd Coast Dynasty

The Arrival

2002

through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end

Green is on my paper
I knew it from the start
I washed my eyes out with fake blood
You think i don't remember
This time u should surrender
I hope that i

It's that rapper named status baby and I'm on a mission
To stack my paper cuz I love bitches and they come with it
First things first on how to break

keep my face clean (clean)
I been hangin' with blue hunnids 'cause these niggas too green
I tote the city on my back, it put a strain on my spleen

band
I run through the bread everyday like I'm up in France

I got so much paper cuddy I keep receipts
Getting green and going crazy like the Greek freak