Lyrics:
don't you worry bout a thang
See everything's gonna be ok
Cause I'ma be right by your side
While you on the grind
Just keep it hood, keep it gangsta
Get
paper money
Pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me paper money
I need that paper money, I need that paper money
Free to do what I want and live
Look
Feel like Trae Young when I walk in the door bitch I'm a demon
I'm a devil I'm a monster Imma show you what I'm dreaming
Imma break in rip up
I just want the paper!
I just want the paper!
I just want the paper, paper, paper!
I just want the paper!
I just want the paper!
I just, I just
fought me amigo
I'm chasing that paper avoiding them kilos
Before a nigga ever did a
Deal I was 14 teen grippin
Steering wheel just ah
Trap nigga in ville
only one thing you can do
Walk into the shrink wherever you are, just walk in, say, "Shrink, you
Can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant",
it in up
I just wanna my bacon
back to school
I'm gettin' that paper
crime scene
you ain't safe
you runnin through niggas
bitch fuck hard
and get
I just want the paper
Just want the paper
I just want the paper
The paper
The paper
Paper
I just want the paper
The paper
I just want the paper
I
(*talking*)
Screwzoo, what's the deal baby
Lil' Trae up in here, putting it down
Trying to hold it down, know I'm saying
Everybody out here,
anywhere you want
Just say the word and I swear that it's gon' be on
I be on my jungle shit, baby no lie
Freak you like an animal from the backside
Got
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
problems, by becoming rich!)
I just want it all
I want the money, want the fame, and I want the drugs too
I just want it all
I want your soul, I want your
recognize the holy spirit, I know he's real
I can't do this, Jesus please take the wheel
Check lights on, fuel gauge, needle on E
Lord I just need to get
want to cook give me the pan
I love all my clothes I wash them by hand
Just want to fly don't want to land
Don't want to chill just want to dance
Give
Paper...
Paper...
Used to being up late
Sleeping during mid day
Lifestyle keep changing
Eventually I'll get it straight
Put some money on my dinner
Hold up young bitch-bitch I just don't wanna stop comin'up
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uh it's never too much the paper I make
These other pussy niggas ain't
tengo
Tu me hace falta"
I ju - I just want you by my side
I can't get you off my mind
I think bout you all the time
Feels like I'm hypnotized
Look me in
Hold up young bitch-bitch I just don't wanna stop comin'up
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uh it's never too much the paper I make
These other pussy niggas ain't
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
by spittin real raps
Daydream that I'm stackin up the paper real fast
I'm thinkin bout the ways I can get some real cash
I really want the money man I
to talk down
Who the bitch that want to hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face
Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chase
Trying to get it like a fiend, with
I'm so paper
I'm so paper
If ya paper than just pray for me (pray for me)
If ya paper than just chase with me (chase with me)
Grew up paper joined
no money
Bitch, I'm ghost
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want
you want hoe know what you believe
I want the best for my seed
Win lose or draw its always just what you need
Shit come and go
When you up stay
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