Lyrics:
Paper Three Cut The Line Four Watch Hatas
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper 24/7 365 On My Grind
[Verse: Glasses Malone]
It's The Water Boy (yea) We Keep
get
Much respect up in heaven
Graw got a loud sound (Ugh)
Make them bow down
Blinded by the silver lining
In the brown cloud you ain't wylin
Okay you
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
you can get hurt
Foolin' around
With that little town flirt
You better run and hide now boy (Here she comes)
You better pass her by, now, yeah,
you can get hurt
Foolin' around
With that little town flirt
You better run and hide now boy (Here she comes)
You better pass her by, now, yeah,
(X10)
You ever been banned up by the seaside listening to NPR?
Case papers in this tiny desk, not the one from NPR (uh)
I probably know that
I've caught me some bodies
I've fucked me some baddies boy
I've made me some paper
I swear I'm an addict boy
Unleashed me a bankroll
You know done I
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down
Stack that paper too the sky
Then run it back and do it every single day of ya life
Lemonade stand at 5, threw a carnival by 9
A fresh glass of this, only
paper
As if it's a small casino
I was a young boy
Sweepin the floors
And runnin to stores
But all those old heads
Would talk to me About the way
To clutch
a messenger on full assault
Woke up in a cult, yeah
Death or doubt, I'll do without
Run the route, like a paper boy
All about my paper, boy
Death or doubt,
it's me by the sound of my chains
Fuck all this shit, for the paper I Chasse
You cannot clone me don't find me no spare
I'm only savage, yeah, baby I
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
Why you actin' like you trappin' when you blatantly not
You just baitin' at your vehicle and makin' it hot
I got zedz of the raw and I got flake by
conjure, as I pen my shit like a scholar
Set the precedent, now I got you at the edge of a precipice
And it's a long way down
By my estimate, you're bound
I don't want your chick but I'll take her
Break her down like a Garcia Vega
Have her work for me
Pimp her for paper
Stroke good like a painter
I'm
problem
down wit them drama boys an also Eightball
understand I gotta plan to get me some green
I stay in cruise like control but bustaz
know
I'm out here chasing paper and once I really get it
you know your boys a fool with it
Fool Wit It
Just be ready when I come home
1 Verse (T
girlfriend
I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend
Don't get it twisted, Lil Mama got her paper on
That mean I'm a paper chaser, I chase my
girlfriend
I could be your girl, Lil Mama be your girlfriend
Don't get it twisted, Lil Mama got her paper on
That mean I'm a paper chaser, I chase my
yet (done yet)
Damn (damn) niggas really hating on a man(on the man)
See it in their face when they stare (when they stare)
I’m about paper with plans
hate
Get shredded
Like my papers
Pressured perfectionist
Hate get me so hella rich
For a minute they said how I never would make it
Never gimmick
grew up listening to Guwop
He would live past 3 shots 2 shots
They be Burning buildings down for a new lot
Murder children on the street by the new
Yoo its your boy Soulz Everbless
Who yeah eh eh eh
We want money money money money money
Don't tell me not broke dan we don't no time to povertize
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