Lyrics:
and get your ass back in the game
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work,
Once we get on the grind it's a paper chase
We 'gone grind how we grind on the paper chase
When securin' the bag still a paper chase
See we ride
put down that shitty baby
I come to get down, but I put down on sheets of paper
They scared of it, the way I flow and how I think
I puts it down
the dealers and killers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas
Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest
I got my mind on my paper it's time for
dead
It's too much paper to get can ya dig it?
Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit' it?
Shit...
Game that's my thang
And it
You know you wanna be like me
Smoke all these trees
All this
I made it on my own
Ivy league
Had dreams of eating
Natural herbs
Collard greens
I
comin' across like the bridge and tunnel vision
I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen
That's the reason the system makin' its paper
much money
But maybe cause I saw too much money
I can't chase around no broads with
No regard to touch money
So if it ain't about no paper
Get them all
some green to some fiends
To reach my dream, I'ma do it by any means
Till my cash flows like streams, you know what I mean
We know what you be likin'
Money just paper
So don't let it guide you, (Don't let it guide you)
Money just paper
So don't let it buy you, (Don't let it buy you)
Money just
And they wonder why you can't trust these serpents out here
Green...
Always fucking green...
Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the
Hell is that mean?
First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving
on the roof and crush this bitch,
Ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
So scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money
Kept it real from the jump
Robby ain't do no fakin
Was broke but got straight to the paper
Started losin my friend when I ran out of favors
I felt
money, I told them watch
Stackin' paper fam, to the mountaintop
This right here, it's the F
Disrespect, we put holes through your chest
Everywhere I go, I
hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it comes to that paper I stack
nigga (hey)
She see blue faces, it's no explanation (no no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (whoa yeah)
Told her just be patient, I'ma
face, I'm the phantom of the opera
Please beware, it is the green-eyed monster
Put you on a poster, you imposter, you not even on the roster
Yo tenure
TRU SHIT
Production By Solo Beats
Comin Down Smokin Green/Makin My Cream Servin Fiends/Sippin On Lean Then Pop A Bean 2 Project PT Ghetty
Blast Off
Hold up wait wait wait
Blast off
Take off
Blow it up
Yeah baby
Deep south boom bap by DJ Green
Let's go crazy
Blast off
Take off
Blow it
put a lil' dank in
Don't got time for no mother fuckin' fake friends
Real Taylor's smoke good weed and drink gin
Now its hard to name a country that I
supposed
I put her on some golds, and some vapors on her mind
Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side
Boss get cash money, smokin'
paper (paper)
Got a seat at my own table (table), don't need no favors (fuck it)
Ida Street baby, smokin' green by the acre
M-I-S-S (S), I-S-S
things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine,
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