Lyrics:
Bright pink top, your silver beaded headdress
Fluorescent apple on your chest
Pull up the curtains, and pick up the stacks of chairs
Nailing their
I ain't selling my soul
Chase checks gotta stack up the dough
Ball out let em know I'm a pro
Hit a red now I'm back on the go
Cos it glitter doesn't
a pork
Don't love crime know a boss yo poke
My family lit don't get provoked
Got paper too don't get smoked
Couple stacks turn a boy a ghost
We don't see
And money makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round
Living in a mansion one day with my wife
Stack me up some papers these days one night
If
on my own
I do this by my lone
I feel like Kid Cudi 'cause I'm solo dolo
I got to stack my dough, I got to get my bread up
Bitch, stop knocking at my
the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back,
da girl of ya dreams
Flexing and stunting in love with green
Live by the motto addicted to cream
If you getting paper you know what I mean
Hustle for
aired by Taylor, Now the amiris i get them tailored
Brownskin Jayda wayda, Send me the addy im deya, im deya
Im flying straight to the paper, Send me
shit out
Vision impaired, Helen Keller
Can't see these niggas money in the way
Can't hear a thang, niggas muted by paper chase
This ain't Tadoma ion
Where My Money At
Where my money at
Where My Money At
Where my money at
Nigga
Where my paper
I need it now Nigga
Fuck a Lata
This pussy cost a ticket
of flattery
Doin' the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery
My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin'
Rippers is just learning by stacks I been earnin'
I dont think they understand
Stay quiet when im plotting thinking paper plans
Been road so theres nothing you can say to man
Block boy really come up
it back to back
Got these bitches on my sack
Want my money bitches wack
They want my paper I don't lack
I get approached by imposters
They always
Sex money and murda this is city of sin
Stacking my dividends I'm all about
My Benjamins
Hotlines microphones
I'm on my paper route I had one shot
Millionaire all my niggaz millionaire's
Put money in the air
You grind to be a millionaire
I'mma get this paper
How? Bitch I don't fucken care
Put millies
Yeah
It's Don Julio nigga
Eight four five shit you already
Look it's the don
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chasing young nigga paper chasing
Fuck nigga they
up yag
Clockin' major chedda loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just
Stack up that paper till I cant no mo chasing that cake im not worried bout hoes
Just left yo city I turned up the show I came a long way from
want
I stack my paper let it drown me, like I flipped the boat
I love my home city
'Cuz they look up ta' me
'Gotta keep the shorties head screwed, let
unstable
Have to get this shit alone I can't receive no favors
Put my feelings to the side I gotta stack some paper
Thought that they were real but fuck it
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
a different habitat
Just to cut my grass the landscaper
Make a half a stack
I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide
Just dose off in a coffin
And take
fuck bout a bitch now
I want my money stack large
Nigga don't run with my shit now
You can never play the part
I'ma do right by my Niggas
I'ma go fuck
Mom I killed a man!
He ain't coming back
In another land!
My head is out of whack
I'll stack a hundred grand
Just to give it back
Mom I killed a man
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