Chris Paul

Look I'm a north side nigga why I talk like this Too much money in my pocket why I walk like this They ain't use to having nothing break em off right quick I was quiet for a second let me talk my shit What the hell they talking bout I'm trying to shoot straight I'm feeling like a birthday boy I need some new cake I got a freak that's in my grill she like a hundred dollar bill She suck my dick and got the motherfuckin blue face I'm a step inside the party with a Steele piece Drop it low and pop that pussy for a real G She wanna give a lap dance so she can feel me You wanna fuck me in the club then you a real freak Let me see if we can make it with this rap shit Tell a freak to treat my dick like it was chap stick Niggas faking like they killers never clapped shit Man it's only the new Era with this Cap shit What the hell they talking bout I want a bunch of paper Nigga we be in the winter spending summer paper I heard they faking in yo section and a bunch of haters Thirty get to Hittin slam a nigga like the Undertaker What the fuck they talking bout I'm trying to get Cash Laughing at the funny bitches call em Sinbad You think you bossed up baby cause you in a new Mercedes But you begging and you riding on some temp tags I'm a step inside the party with a Steele piece Drop it low and pop that pussy for a Real G You wanna give a lap dance so you can feel me You wanna fuck me in the club then you a real freak Man they know lil Marley doper than some Fentanyl I ain't vibeing off of niggas I'm a Big Dog They gone love me or Gone hate me if the shit fall I'm a hit and past a freak like I'm Chris Paul How the hell you think you winning with a failed plan Niggas running hittin fences when them shells spraying Living like Poetic Justice when I'm thumbing through the paper I ain't pac but shit I'm lucky I'm the mail man Drop it low and pop that pussy on a head stand It's hella hot she got me sweating where a head band I be flexing for no reason dirty even though you breathing Since you playing with the money you a dead man Shit they know you getting money when you cash spend I ain't tripping off that nigga he a has been Man these niggas in the middle and I'm like my cousin Diddle When he use to hide the Dodi in the trash can Niggas out here playing games I'm in the trap with it Shit I was gone a couple years but now I'm back with it I had a bitch I thought was real but then I told her move around Because she started playing games and now she act different Baby trying to shoot a shot but ain't got no aim I'm in the streets and plus I rap so I'm in both lanes Man you ain't trying to get a dime and I got money on my mind And I can put you on a line but it ain't cocaine I be jamming with a freak she like to go live She ride my dick and get on top and look in both Eyes Baby girl be so demanding but this hoe be out here slamming She don't panic and she riding with a four-five I'm a step inside the party with a Steele piece Drop it low and pop that pussy for a Real G You wanna give a lap dance so you can feel me You wanna fuck me in the club then you a real freak Man they know lil Marley doper than some Fentanyl I ain't vibeing off of niggas I'm a Big Dog They gone love me or Gone hate me if the shit fall I'm a hit and past a freak like I'm Chris Paul