paroles de chanson Papercuts - B. Frank feat. Diego Cash

Gotta get it here and get it
Cant expect the shit to come to us
Its a hard life Im living
Trying to get it
Fore my numbers up
Haters in the way and the fakers
Trying to undercut
Its money on my mind
Im counting up till I get papercuts
Yea til I get papercuts
Money on my mind
Im counting up til I get papercuts
Yea Im getting papercuts
Money on my mind
Im counting up till I get papercuts

I wake up Monday morning then
Mix a beat I can rap to
The lines that I ink be
Hitting deeper than tattoos
Im amazing I break records
Or break rules
Flow icy
Importing the bars
From Switzerland
If Im being honest
I promise Im on my shit again
I sit and talk math wit Cash
Get to the dividends
Now its only fam in my circle
Not too many friends
Had to learn early that
Not too many are worthy
Always doing what I can
But everybody dont deserve me
My chi energy good
My mind is in a calm straight
Instrumental is food
I eat it up like an entree
Blowing mushroom clouds
Im droppin bombs
Don't catch the wake
Had to hit the pavement
My family ain't ever catch a break
Niggas will pop off
Scared to throw hands
Then call the Jake's
My name good
I can maneuver freely
In all the states
For my fam sake
Put it on the line
And take all the weight

Gotta get it here and get it
Cant expect the shit to come to us
Its a hard life Im living
Trying to get it
Fore my numbers up
Haters in the way and the fakers
Trying to undercut
Its money on my mind
Im counting up till I get papercuts
Yea til I get papercuts
Money on my mind
Im counting up til I get papercuts
Yea Im getting papercuts
Money on my mind
Im counting up till I get papercuts

Lets go

Im a well known hustler
Check my resume
Aint into getting no moolah
Promise we wont relate
I gotta stay chasing paper
Cause theres so much to make
Trying to sit at the table
With Besos and Bill Gates
Got a gift thanks to COACH
Cause Im still in the game
Haters never understood
How Im killing the game
They way I obsess about money
Feel Im sick in the brain
Aint got no time for distractions
Gotta stick to the plan
Trying to provide for the fam
Even after Im dead
I be feeling like a baker
Way Im making the bread
If you hating on Cash
Better give it a rest
Yall still playing checkers
My niggas playing chess
Aint gotta show you my plate
Just know that Im eating
Gotta lust for the hustle
And moneys the reason
I done sinned for that paper
Does that make me a demon
Money up is the team
And I plead my allegiance

Gotta get it here and get it
Cant expect the shit to come to us
Its a hard life Im living
Trying to get it
Fore my numbers up
Haters in the way and the fakers
Trying to undercut
Its money on my mind
Im counting up till I get papercuts
Yea til I get papercuts
Money on my mind
Im counting up til I get papercuts
Yea Im getting papercuts
Money on my mind
Im counting up till I get papercuts