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Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this

paper
I hardly see my neighbors
When I do it's in or out the spot
By day by night I'm chaser
No bloodhound but we straight up
Get scent that tail go

Soldiers

Master P

Life or Death

1998

on my back initiated in blood 
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club 
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues 
And you could

and you framed in my picture shekpe

Yeah you don't wanna get me in my bag yeah
I got trust issues
If you want my shoes then you know why I can't trust you

blue
Got a broad in my 'lac, playing with her cat
I get her super wet - I call that a carpool
I move like a boss move
My name pull strings like I'm
Tryna

Plug like sockets, paper in my pocket
Tore your heart from right out your chest
Shut your shop down, what now, you hustle oppressed

I play the vice,

for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not

Ride [Remix]

Juelz Santana

Gutta

2008

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, 
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me

city that never gets no shine
All I do is rhyme, on paper and pen all the time
The second I jump on stage, Imma rock the world, no script
Never faze my

How I Met My Ex

Dave

Game Over

2017

that we intended to do
I bet she's hoping my intentions are true
And as months went by we both got into it, and intimate
And I'ma spare you

Picture Me

Dave

Six Paths

2016

clothes
And all these hoes are ghost, I got one real girl
Picture me, twenty-three, I didn't chase my dreams
My mum wanted me to do finance, so I came

AND ADVANCED COMPUTER AND VIDEOCAMERA SET UP.
FREDDIE: MORNING, CARLY.
CARLY: SEE YA IN A SEC.
CARLY HANGS UP.
CARLY: FREDDIE!
FREDDIE: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY

you in traffic
But we won't crash, we ain't dumb, paper what we stackin

The way I move, I'm balling like magic bad lil' bitch, I pass her
I never

wouldn't believe it, but . . . I'm very much like the people here in this audience tonight . . . 
Bozzio: What? 
Frank: I think we definitely have

gotta have
We out here!
Grinding, shining
If I ain't getting paper, bitch I'm dying
If I ain't getting paper, bitch I'm dying
Do what you got to do

Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
I

Of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face
My smile is a chain link fence
I dare not frown for fear of what comes out
My smile is a chain link fence

by the ounce, uh
She in love my sound
She playing my shit in the whip and it's loud, uh
I can't fuck with your music, it's boring
My phone buzzing, I

the benefits you feeling grim
Praying for change but be one to sin
Knocking down walls like I'm in Berlin yea

From the eastside of Atlanta
Bless 'em with my

paper

Nobody can do me better 
Than my mother f****** paper

Nobody can do me better 
Then motherfukin paper



I'm getting money in these Nigga start

Stan

Dido

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I

to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I

him the pictures of my boat, and guess what?
I find out, that I forgot my wallet in the apartment, in Berlin!
And here I am, no cash, no credit cards,

ain't ah bluff
In 6 ways
I'm about to get my money up
In 6 days
You ain't thinking I ain't done enough
We get some bread
Then we break it
And we double up