Lyrics:
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Called him that 'cause he rode a bike
Rode all the way from Guatemala
Haulin' shwag just to make a dollar
Tall
stop, I hid the rock in my sock
Did my day and a half, now it's autographs I be signing
Instead of police papers
Caught scheming, not pulling capers,
that
It's like I got no damn fight but I don't say that
Only difference I jus put my thoughts on paper yuh
Fighting chasin that I'll probably amazing
Rican
My whip it ain't leased, I want it and buy it
Yeah, I do the most, with my nigga we close
By then when we go, I pullin' in front
Fou' hoe called,
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all,
living for the when is never that bright
When will very soon be consumed by the night
By the fright by what is deemed right
Or supposed to be call it false
spinning baby i be stuck in a loop
Keep it quiet don't tell the world that you were my boo
This aint about you this me speaking the truth
That tiny paper got
Stimmy hit my bank
Stimmy hit my bank
Yuh
I want a jet ski (Nyoom)
Tell that pretty Black queen come sex me (Uh)
Got sauce, 'bout to put it in her
getting to it to nigga i been getting paper
YSL the aroma Im in Manhattan in the moma live my life by the moment
I dont see opponents the only niggas
Quik?
I was a motherfucking fool
I had to have papers it was routine
A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens
I, shake niggas
Break Niggas
Traded in the Audi for a mazzi
On the paper chase I been shooting Shit like Kyrie
It's the fall of Constantinople
R.I.P. the fourth crusade
Like
like Christmas bells
And rapping up like pipes and drums
Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes
Woke up big
on
Oh yeah
This is protected
By the blue the gray &
By the green
With the key
Beyatch
Hahahahhaha yeah
Crips crips crips crips crips crips
the dealers and killers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas
Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest
I got my mind on my paper it's time for
that trey on thangs
That's how them gangstas do it, we get our green in bricks
We put our green in ***, you spend your green on chicks
I'm on some
Ice all in my heart I wheeze
Money on the ground it's green
Staring out the window
Blocking out my pain
No rest I feel lonely
No sleep I'm cold
put it all on my belt
I had to go and get paper , I can not worry bout no hater
Them boys know i drip flavaa
I'm tryna get the bread why you think i'm
I am the green grass
That other side meaningless
I put the AL in alien
Not too many made like this
Yall be blurry with the vision, I see all
Back in days when I was a teenager
Used make paper off my pager
Paper off my pager
Paper off my pager
Back in days when I was a teenager
Used make
on the paper (Shit)
Cut the deal if it ain't about no paper
See, this that Butterfly sex, mtshana, this that come up
I got clips that'll make you trip and put
up like Christmas bells and rapping up like pipes and drums
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
up like Christmas bells and rapping up like pipes and drums
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
Pourin' mo'
My family and uh stackin' up paper this paper high as the uh, you know?
Owe it to all, you know, I know it already
That's what it's
Aye now I could say my name but (say my name but)
Your bitch already knows it (knows it)
Got no problem spending paper (paper)
I got it so I blow it
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