Lyrics:
me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you know?
I got all kinds of names like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also known as AKA
stacks
If you ain't got cash, you be going home
Pedal to the flo'
New or old, this is how it go
Running like a piston, yeah, getting started
High to low
they be lying
They ain't really in the streets
Today I'm getting cheese
I don't wanna hear a beep
I just wanna get a bag, stack, and repeat
I was down
Fallin' fallin'
Fallin' yeah
Never gave a fuck all about a buck (yup)
Out here getting that green
Tryna stack that paper so mean with the flow
Mean it for
Remain a trill, i m true-est
I stack my profit's like i am a jewish
Flow go on unstopped
I just want, bought that new benz
Drive that whore under influence
das Paper
Benjamin Franklin mein Bae
I'm good with heartbreak & pain
hauptsache ich gette paid
Ich hab schon so vieles gemacht
rede von dies oder das
I weathered every hand grenade
You threw me like I'm a paper silhouette
At a gun range like I'm a silhouette, a silhouette
(Ayy, chee, ayy, chee,
No toilet paper, I just spit on my hand and wipe
Fought with a cripple, he had no hands to fight
I told her, hold it, the clothes, I'm finna fold it
lotion
Damn, let me focus
Controversial causing commotion
Hold it
I wonder if would have had a deal by now cause my dumb ass never goes through with
be
Mentally aggravated, I hit 'em so bad they hate it
Evaporated, I stack the papers, now your ass is graded
Assassinated half of the game and now I'm
harden, beg your pardon
Up on mics gone be the hardest
Ain't no options,we can't make it out
They set you up and break you down
On roads, we doing paper
the world through my stare, Glock 10 baby tucked by my underwear, hopped in early look bit*h I'm still here, windows up tacked even if the whip rare, I know
a burner clean Paper chasin' every day, I'm countin' hella cream
You ain't never heard no blickies in your skinny jeans
We blowin' loud, we blowin' loud, we
that understood love
Cause your love is a good drug (yeah yeah)
I just wanna wake up
And get me some paper
And not have no haters
But it don't work like
be told
That's a big flex like Dave Bautista My bitch bad, I hate to leave her
But the money calling, I'm a paper pleaser
Comma, comma, comma, nigga,
stack that paper I didn't wanna go slave
And since I jumped off the porch I ain't ever behaved
Was in so deep feeling I could never be saved
Or severe
on your V
drink remy and squeeze
stack plenty of G's
niggas hustle chicken heads keep pluckin
i'm thuggin, ragin' model, money and weed over fuckin
'cause
tatted
I probably pop a tablet but never fuck with acid
My bitches be the baddest, petite with fat asses
Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish
(presidents)
For the safety deposit box in my residence
'cause real players stack a grip,
can't be hesitant, maneuver on my cellular
A hundred, a hundred,
i'm just livin, huh
Oh you in feelings, tough
Runnin up this paper tryna stack it till my ceiling bust
City in my veins
I got no patience
And don't
to this never ending saga
Fascinated by cash cars, and clothes just like our papa
Taking mo' gambles than Pac did, in pursuit of the dolla
On the verge
Lacs and dob hats, with chrome gats
Hustlers stack paper, with the players and macs
Police burns in the hood, because somebody just got jacked
Every
And bring me back all my cheese
Get on your knees
So I can smoke green leaves
Paper chase for me
They found dope in my show
Catch a case for me
Act faithful
I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought the car and I
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