Lyrics:
Roll up the Swishers, get money lay low
Just ask them bitches, I ball like J Bo
Rose' we piss it, get money lay low
Shine in my pictures, pull up
know what I'm sayin'? What
You got? Get it?
That's the dirt in the vine
All we, that we have
(So we don't need sunshine, how would I say I
Need it if I
the people say
Cause they ain't putting paper in my pocket anyway I'm
Going all out and that's by any mean
By any means, by any means I'm going all out
Ok, we talking face to face I don't do middlemen
Don't have extra space inside my circle, you ain't filling in
I don't bother lying cuz the truth is too
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
Hit the corner dumpin', in the big-ass [unverified] station wagon
Catch them bitch-ass, that's what I told my driver man
While I was tryin' to get him
and being I had her seeing triple visions
Blue mountain tops and purple valley
Wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley
Some do it illegal, others just
shit to have these
Stupid bitches jaws tight
Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them mothafuckas jaws
my hoes in two
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it
When I pull up
can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back
swaggie
But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get
under my wings
Hey bae, you got what I need
I like it when you on me all day (yeah)
Hey bae, I'm planting my seed
Then 39 weeks, she'll have my baby
I get
I guess that mean I spend hella bands
Have you ever got your suit tailor'd by the man
Have you ever got your suit flown in by the man
You don't
by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just
how I'm living
Just know I'm getting paper & I'm really with it uh
Think I like her she know I ain't kidding I get paranoid and I get in my feelings uh
when I throw back a Percy
I lay in my bed and I get straight to workin
All in the paint like im Julius Irving
I can't be stopped unless I don't have
that tissue paper
All he ever do is blow it
As a christian I'm omission
Yeah I stay up on my grind
It's some stuff I ain't buying
Cause this money's not
playin' fore the clip spray 'em
And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody nigga my whole shit
to sleep on a cot
Type of nigga, used to get it and go
You the type that sold a ki to a cop
Type of nigga, have your bitch in my spot
I'm the type to tie her
another paper to elevate my mind
Not knowin' if the owner's cool or not
I just got a show to do and a bunch of fans to meet
So if I'm not in my best mind
on the haters
Waving on the haters, waving on the haters
All I do is count that paper
Riding in my car but I’m not going very far
To the store to get some new
but my heart telling me to hate you
You wanted me to be in jail tryna chase you
It ain't 'bout what you do, it's how you did it
You can't have you
thinking bout a hater
Coke by the keys
And weed by the acres
All is i think is paper
All is see is paper
I got money in my eyes
All i see is paper
I got
out my business I know
Because these niggas like to gossip like the bitches I know
I finally get it now
I see the big picture I know
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