Lyrics:
never changed, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers
We walk around with lasers, you probably own some tasers
Lame
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
Talking:
Double M.P in the place to be/ bitch who you came to see/ me that's who/ bouts to give you a dose/ of this black boy magic you feel me
Boy, I, be, thuggin'
Got, them, things, ten a ki, hustlin'
Catch me at the shop, I will, be, there
And my prices stay low, I keep, it, there
And if
slammin venezuelas
That got the taylor
And let me louie
He got that 50 shot uzzie by my Jacuzzi
95 and niggaz die for these hoojies
rollin wit killaz that
swervin', I'm ridin' serve
My paper comfort then I guess these niggas money nerd
That's an errythang, you a real nigga
Bitch I'm talking by myself, cause I
preparation, never cramming
She gets tooted up, hit the stage, baby drop them panties
I be going hard, I'm on asphalt
You a Peon pussy boy, you like Microsoft
Going way up going way up got me
Running usain for that paper going
Way up going way up i know they wanna
See me down but im way up started
From
I think I fell in love with that paper
I fell in love with that paper
Fell in love with that paper
I fell in love with that paper
Skrrrrrrrr
Skrrrr
(Keep that Paryo)
Yeah
Cheese, paper (Yeah) stack it on my plate, then I save it for later (Yeah)
I got all the green, wanna roll up a paper (Yeah)
I
hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord he better hope you save him, better catch
Pussy boy I never needed you i'mma jus make a whole mil on the walk out
'Member them ni**as was talking that shit, but them ni**as jus kno how
And when you get the money, you get the power And when you get the power, then you get the
money
Everyday man cleaner, make paper like gleaner Dem
you don't know
Pen to the paper and you know the boy go
Gitty up, Gitty up, Gitty up woah
Crowd shout the boys name so you know I gotta flow
Bitch
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky
But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy
They never catch us all, it'll never stop
Any
like a sticky note
Stackin' up that paper, pockets fatter than a dukie rope,
Boys lookin' sick, But that docta got that antidote,
Hatin' cause they
I wake up in this bitch and I'm thinking bout money
Pocket full of drugs so I'm looking for a junkie
Roll it by the bud till its stuffed, damn that's
get side tracked By a Bitch
From sundown to sunup, Just grind til you come up
I'm all about my paper, tryna take it? Nigga run up
A hustler gotta stay
shit out
Vision impaired, Helen Keller
Can't see these niggas money in the way
Can't hear a thang, niggas muted by paper chase
This ain't Tadoma ion
Yeah. Wooh! That boy crazy!
I'm a Copperbelt boy and I lean to the left!
I lean to the left! Boy I lean to the left!
I'm a Copperbelt boy and I lean
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
to dick it
Boy I'm running fast like Ricky
Man this situation shitty
Oh my God
I think I shitted
Getting chased by a dog down the street
Running too fast
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