Lyrics:
Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired
And you can have anyone that you have ever desired
All you gotta tell me now is
like it's Fazolis uh
Have a seat get as much bread as you want like it's Fazolis uh
Paper view
Salute GYB
I told em wake me up
Trybe
Linguistic
bleak
Do you see?
In my 20s Tryna make it through the 2020s (Yah)
Not the penny, bring the paper
I want plenty plenty (Yah)
I want cheese, ha ke cheese
I
probably getting blazed
Yesterday, yesterday, what did I do yesterday?
I was probably getting throwed, I was probably in a daze
Checked my post on Instagram,
I'ma blow
Yeah, my bae my backbone
I don't give a fuck, Lil Cam gone so I condone in wrong
I'm on it hoe, tell me what you know, let me take ya soul
I
coffee by the way you shakin' your perkulater
I'm the smooth operator, hot mommy motivator
What I really wanna do, put that thing on you
Butter up yo'
now I won't chase ya
Sweetheart ignore them haters
Let's have some fun
Bittys' got me on the run
Come on girl get this paper
Well honey
at their faces
I got them pissed, now they can't say shit
Now look, a b*tch can't get any favors
I only chase paper and y'all do not favor
Dressed in
know I be waiting on you just to make my move
I need time I know I got issues
If you give me one more second we'll do what you into
Pour that drink sorry
none but you going around like you asking for some
They wanna run cuz I shoot my gun and I do it for fun
Don’t run your mouth I mean what I say, I don’t
me)
I’m out chasing that money
Like it’s all I see
(oh oh woah)
I would just get me some money
I need me some paper
I need that a lot
(what else)
I
get all this pain out of my mind,
It was 6 pm as i walked through nana’s house as she stood in the kitchen wearing her usual blouse,
She asked if I
in the salsa
I don't want no drama
I'd rather have my anaconda
Deep throated by Piranas
So takes these pills with me
Got 'em from J-D-O-G
I aint in love with you
I just be fucking you
Now you crying on my phone
And I don't know what to do
Heard you screaming my ear
I put my trust in you
serving my call of duty (By all means, it's my call of duty)
Granny told me with a lot of money comes a long line
Sometimes, I get so tired, think
nigga it's me
But I ain't really in the bigger picture
Ain't cuffing bitches
It's Big Hearts no, Big Big Big Hearts
Check credentials my nigga
Co sign? Da
I see my hair from the sides of my eyes, yea my shit getting long
I do not rent it I don't have a tenant got shit that I own
Yea you ugly
'm superior??…. Deffer stronger.. and me??
But that is so quick in time I will get the respect what you do to the greatest MC?
My name is the prince and don't ever
See we feel hottest in our city, so we tryna go pop
Tryna get us bigger commas, buy my momma a watch
I've been dreaming bout it, working for it
Hope you
a whip and forgot to get jewelry
Fuck about a bitch, Ion give her shit
I just flicked the switched, now I'm in my bag and the bag on me
Shorty wanna throw
felt them demons, now get him out of me
Come take a walk, in my shoes, how it feels to be me
Do the things I done, see the things I seen Walk a mile in
My thumbs are lethal
The pen and paper cerebral
My cranium gets facetious
To people that's underneath it
The tats across me have meaning
I hope you
the testament
Real ass nigga you can't take me out my element
Bitches bring distraction all I'm focused on is Benjamin's
Tryna get so rich I got money in my next
(Let's go nigga)
I call my gun Jackie Brown, I'll let the dog out
You'll get found in the trunk, just like Bomount
My happy levels at a low count
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