Lyrics:
put it, boy, that’s still a 300
Stop that fakin’ and the flatchin’ cut it off
Frontin’ like your paper longer than the Power Ball
He think he
ain't talkin Minnesota
Shorty coming over, go and bend it over
Let me plank on it, put a drink on it
Heard you a freak, put my name on it (Montana)
Hey there senorita, don't you wanna go
Grab a big ol' green burrito at a Mexican show
Put on your red stilettos and get here on the double
We'll
Move that like a don, yeah, oh yeah
Ayy, my side on me
Keep my blue by my side and my green by my side
(Perfect) yeah, (we love you, Tecca)
I,
chapped
Cause I ain’t got chapstick to
Put it on my huh
Tell your fucking girl suck up on my knob
Cause I’m a A$AP nigga ridin' with
The mob in the suave
on the boat, rolling joints by the lake
Ay, tell her bring the papers
Twist up the Grape Ape
Down there, from here put your hands in the air
Yeah it's our
got to Stack your Paper
Paper!
Hustlers ambition, you got to Stack your paper just to save it get Rich
And you got to get it
A hustlers ambition, you
climbing,
Music ain't a thing because I know I put the time in,
If it's an issue then you're gonna need tissue
'Cause your eye balls are waterin' you can
backed by action
Bark big
Bite bigger
Hoes say I'm that nigga
If you put money in my bank account I need more than just 7 figures
Fire
Add paper
I'll have some clam chowder, followed by beef steak on rye
Pumpkin pie, whipped cream and coffee
I wanna green salad on the side
Don't forget
laughing and drinking and smoking and singing."
C'mon can you count all the loves that didn't last?
It's such a gas when you bring up the past.
Baby, put
important
I made some green in the past
And now it's good as golden
Yeah
Clearly, Lil' Wayne answers to no one
Tell 'em, I got hittas whoadie
(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It's not safe around here as soon
playas!
Representin', green is for the money
Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?
Pimp pimp on, pimp-pimp on
Pimp on, pimp pimp on!
Then get your
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by
Steady staring out the window
It fells good, it fells
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
to the Luda Nation
All my fans just got live
And they waitin' for everybody to put me in the rapper category of ya top five
Let me get it back
Ever
treat me so cold?
You, put me out on the side of the road
I had my own thing going way before you came along
Now it's 3:45 in the morn' and I've been
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregenant by me once, glad she didn't have it
'Cause I be paying child
And read the situation from the front to the back
The only job that's open needs a man with a knack
So put it right back in the rack, Jack!
Choo choo,
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
it looked so green and fair
When I built my shanty there
I figured I was all set for life
I put on my Sunday best, with my fancy scalloped vest
naughty, naughty
And not by nature, I drop by paper
I think of times when I didn't have it
Hoes used to laugh it, laugh it
Now I'm lookin' back like,
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