paroles de chanson Jewish Paper - FOM Cam

Mind racing, Heart pacing, I'm Blue hundreds chasing
My time is coming nigga, and it ain't no debating
Niggas ask me how I do it, watch this demonstration
You niggas prolly think I'm Jewish how I'm getting paper

But nawh
I'm just really good at saving
I run it up on the daily
You still broke so you hate me
All that loose talkin' don't phase me

It more so just amaze me
Tryna make it like Jay- Z
Rolls Royce and Mercedes
All white shit, no 80's

Got a new bad bitch from Haiti
And She tryna have my baby
I had to tell the bitch she crazy
She said fuck me and who raised me

I got niggas tryna erase me
They can take a shot wit' no chaser
I gotta black Glock, red laser
How you strapped up wit a taser

Man that shit is outrageous
When beef come, you gon tase shit
My niggas gon spray shit
That taser ain't gon save shit

But lemme gon head and say this
I'm who I am, I can't change shit
Wait till that mother fuckin bass hit

Like,
I'm so sick wit it
If you good at sum better stick wit it
You can prolly get rich wit it
You might wake up to like 6 figures

But you gotta have common sense nigga
Stack up and don't spend nigga
Stop hanging round new friends nigga
Them ain't even yo mans nigga

They just come around cause you getting money
I see the real and I see the phony
Exactly why I got this heater on me
I Pull the trigger, leave yo mama lonely

Ima D nigga, I be eating coney
Some nights It be beefaroni
I got a lotta sauce, it be leaking on me
Know a lotta people tried leeching off me

Yeah, I had to cut em off before they sucked me dry
If my pockets empty, I'd probably cry
Sike nawl, that shit a lie
Lemme take a minute and thank god

Amen, Amen, If you talking money let's shake hands
Ion really do new friends, cause them friends gon fuck up yo bands
And that's sum I really can't chance

Niggas love holding out hands
I ain't really tryna hear niggas ask
These niggas wit me ain't friends
These MFs my fam

Remember, I was just eating off scams
Then I went and got a job at the plant
All my, money went up towards rap
But I still had enough for me to stack

I ain't, never eva gotta go back
I was, a young nigga, fucking up my sack
Every day, I spent money ona bag
Then I blew that bitch into ash

Bought too much weed, it ain't last
That shit made a nigga real mad
But now I'm real smart with my cash
I put all my shit in the stash

I might take 50 as cash
For 1 week, that 50 should last
And if it don't then nigga too bad

Hol on Hol on nigga, I ain't done

I'm tryna tell you how to stack
You better take notes on this rap
Never trick off ona rat
You should really know better than that

If you don't then you need to be smacked
But I'm gone, gotta count these racks
Bye

Mind racing, Heart pacing, I'm Blue hundreds chasing
My time is coming nigga, and it ain't no debating
Niggas ask me how I do it, watch this demonstration
You niggas prolly think I'm Jewish how I'm getting paper