Lyrics:
there. Gotta get a lil more
Jeep with the doors off, gotta get that
I like my cars white. I like my clothes clean
I like my paper blue. I like my hoes
fuck them
Ray Lewis on the opposites, got them fools ducking
Hit-stick on a bitch, young man trucking!
Got them rolling papers paid by my duckets
I'm
Ya, Montana, Fraud, uh
Coke Boy, uh
Real niggas count money gettin' high
Brick by brick, build the empire
I just turned the neighbor on
Young
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
And blowing dro up in the show
Always leaning to the side
so right
Somebody tell me if I'm wrong so I can get my shit right
Am I doing it wrong
Nigga I'm a Dillingham boy I will never quit
Nigga I'm
It's a hellish fear you've got inside
You've got a man and a woman right by your side
So give it up now
Woah, woah, oh, ah, oh
(Woah, woah, oh, ah,
wow them boys is,
What it do, homie, callin' this our era
2007, we can print our face on paper
Greenbacks, boy, guaranteed to feel that
By any means,
and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta
and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta
Was the captain of the team his senior year
In his eyes, on his helmet, he had no fear
Down by a six-ball on the ten
Said huddle up boys we've got
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
Proofs
on roof,
Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no fasad it's da truth,
So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
could be famous
Have my name, babe, in all of the papers
Sayin' I'm wanted, by the law and every woman
Yeah, they'd call me the Southpaw, oh
I'd be
Big Money Tiger let get it huh
Hook
I’m on tv now you can see me boy I am on tv now we getting money boy I am on tv now
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
RS2!
You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down
I never give you my
I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
Yo B
Let's go Harder than we did on Serpents ight
This should be easy
We Naturals By now
Let's get it
YEAH!
Notice
I put all you niggas
Imma Notice
praise my Savior for this paper what we on now 'leggo
I’m blessed like ten fold
This good like queso
I’m frozen I’m cold
I’m 'finna take over
If you
Tryna get my paper right (Get my paper right)
So, my lady called my phone (My lady called my phone)
She said, Daddy you been gone for too long (Too long)
Staying out the way and never chasing the clout
And we don't give a damn whatchu talking about
Stackin' plenty paper never touched that vault
Doing sixty
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache
Wake your punk ass up for the
Two double oh five brother
Young Money, the future
Hot boy in the building
Rock hard, hard rock hard body
Got it in
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