Lyrics:
the paper sprinkle in the fronto like Salt Bae
Smell it down the hallway
Edibles for foreplay
Jolly Green Giant baby you know what to call me
ayy
We matching
When I was 12 I was angry and bored
Found music by Green Day and Faith No More
It was different than other stuff hitherto heard
But the difference
be coming back later
Right now to me it's even better
I ain't be waiting for ever
I put my moner on sooner
I know you're cool with a scooter
I'm
fo it’s gone
I been hustling too long, I think it’s time you put me on
I be posted by the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
posted by
[Intro]
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, wha**up?
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?
(Put 'em on, put 'em on,
you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
(I bet you would die, I bet you would die)
Shame shame
A fucked up game without the green
son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun, busts it's over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch-ch-ch
can't hear my diamonds flooded
I'm chasing paper tryna get back to the money
I'm talking faces got that blue yeah they some hundreds
It's no relation if
This track was produced by Uncle Shield
Yoh Jefe
Came in this b from the dirt
All my niggas from the dirt
All we know is put in work
All we know is
motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh
Fat paper bag brown paper bag
Rubber band green paper cash (yep)
Fuck with 'em get the laser
a bet
Glock in the tech, it'll put you to rest
If you drive, you gon' wreck, leave your face by your neck
Bitch, I'm the catch, tell a ho, just like that
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
talking cash
If you ain't talking money
Paper cheese
That bread dough that money green
Get yo bags get yo bags get yo bags Up
Aye aye Ooh
Nada que pasa
Yuh yuh yuh, yuh, yuh
Welcome to the green state
Yuh yuh yuh, yuh, yuh
Welcome to the green state
Let me show you around
It's the O to the R, kinda
Hope he have extra paper
He would do anything to blaze up
Put your lips on it
Nah nah nah
Puff it pass it puff puff it pass it (Pass it)
Left's how it
looking like a movie trailer
Stuffing dookie papers then put a crutch in it
Im puffing tough spinach your's ain't got enough in it
I roll a junt Like my
can do it, put your back into it (uh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (uh-huh)
You can do it, put your back into it (yeah)
I can do it, put your
I’m watching Albert bouta beat all on the desk like
The same way when I be beating on my chest right
Gotta love it can’t put nothing above it
Alfred
bout
Metre stick get the chalking out
On my own shit make em walk it Out
I ain't talking it make em cough It out
Blue perk green red brown
What are we
born on the East Side, the law I won't abide
Make ya paper and provide
So you put on for your tribe
Block the haters
ima stack the paper and provide,
paper
Love to you is foreign because of this paper
Now you have fallen because of this paper
The feeling is foreign without this paper
Swallowed by couch
to lose I win free got mean O's
Of the piff I mix it with the sour
Now I got the power we do it by the hour, get money
We young and paper chasing
Borough is
can do it, put your back into it (uh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (uh-huh)
You can do it, put your back into it (yeah)
I can do it, put your
(fifty) a green piece of paper (a hundred)
[Styles P]
In the game for mad years, paid a whole lot of dues in it
Never bite the hand that feeds you
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