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you a believer over night
Yeahh
I can put some color in yo life (Let's do it)
You ain't Neva seen a stain like this or plane like this you ain't been

Think that you can do this here without me
For real
I'm Sure as Al B
For real
How could you doubt me
How nigga
Its the universe it ain't about me
It ain't

Very Best

Mary J. Blige

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

myself to nobody

The swag non-stop, the paper won't quit
Yet it's fly nigga, how she wanna skate on my dick
The all black drapes, hollow wall full

I could see the love by the way they hate us
Up and got it I ain't wait for favors
Best version of me like created players
I told you niggas I'd be

Move with caution in my hood 
Them boys don't ever play it safe
Put that money on yo head
It ain't no work to pay a price
Niggas in and out yo crib 
It

Final Destination

The Underachievers

Renaissance

2017

upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
Put the bag out, I can't do the cash out
Never was a trick ain't spending shit for me to smash out

Biggie

The Notorious B.I.G.

Born Again

1999

big city boy with deep pockets
See me speak, that paper better be the topic
I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
I'm quick to finish it, your good

mostly Clark Kent shoes
Still abide by the park bench rules
'Cause hoes'll put you on the bench
Unless you park sum'n cool
Only a fool doesn't learn
From

stack my paper and still save the trees
Yea Save trees
Tell me what it is
What it aint
What's it gonna be
Wanna get that fetti but that fetti ain't

Gettin' green like it's spinach gryffindor!
Liquor got me floatin' just
Like it's quittage
Voldemort wasn't even this wicked
Listen, people, I got tricks up

bitch why she holdin me
Too much paper come hold it please
I can't count this shit by myself
Money counter so fuck yo help
Doin good nigga fuck yo wealth

I just got a card from a random guy
He was like call me if you need some paper yeah
I'm like say less You'll know i'll come check just send

Baby, let me hop up for the cheese
Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, you can tell that by the jeans
And yeah, I turned red, I'm gettin' to the green
(Oh, yeah, I

all your losses
Cuz Ws
Ws
Is all that I see
I can't fuck with
No petty bitch
That wants my green
Money making me hungry
So I put some on my teeth
Gold

Just to chat 

Sideways lookin thrown on me 
Stepping out petite 
Little ‘tude 
Tastin bittersweet 
Sparking up on scene 
Tinted blue-ish green 
He say

getting head inside a Tesla bad bitch, slim, thick, her ass fat, I call her precious
By the flick of the wrist, you can tell I'm extra diamond, bezel musta

I might not be dead yet, but I came close Money never change, a nigga like me keep the
same boats I'm just surrounded by the paper like a bankroll

the booth
And I bake it
She lovin my fragrance
She smellin the shit and get naked
She told me that she for the taken
But baby i'm taken
The paper the one that

I’m guilty of, I’m guilty of it
A nigga guilty of it

Y’all know me, same old G, getting that paper
Ain’t nothing gone change except this
Money that

and bacon
While she naked and fixing me eggs
Yeah
7 Days on the paper route
News paper magazine
Get ya hammers out
You get it 
Dont look back and never give

when I wanna lose weight
Weight
But I keep it real with my Brodie's 24 hours a day call it Kobe
Kobe
My greatestness anit measure by thropies
Keep my

Shit to new heights
Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button
We been doin' it for years and
They down all of a sudden

Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in

anything else amma put my raps first 
Rappin for racks fuck the girls 
Before anything else amma ham on the pen 
Turn my loose papers to bandz
Before

it's the Code Green made to crack ya windows,
This is for the BG's, banana bike seaters,
this is for the OGs wit tan wife beaters,
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