paroles de chanson Money, Doe, Paper - Yungen

Eh
We get it

Deal on the table, man I said no deal
Yeah I know my worth, that wouldn't pay my bills
So I do my thing, yeah I do what I feel
Yeah I'm just here for the paper man, I don't give a fuck who's real
Yeah I want money, money, money
Yeah I'm just here for that money, money, money
Eh, I say I want money, money, money
Yeah I'm just here for that money, money, money
Cause being broke ain't funny, funny, funny
Yeah I'm just here for that money, money, money
I said being broke ain't funny, funny, funny
Yeah I'm just here for that money, money, money
Yeah I'm just here for that.

Money on my mind from the AM to the PM
Limousine tints on that motherfucking BM
Yeah, all the ladies they be preeing
I'm that blue tit nigga, all up in your girl's DM
Oh, paper, boy I get it
We get hard dough so they bread it
No fabrications or edits
How they gonna call my name with no credit
10 out of 10 is my standard
No bitch can eat from my sandwich
Tell that label show me pound signs, then we talking sign-language
Forever Yung is my business
Cross me, I'll burn them bridges
My nephews love my presence, when they see me it's like Christmas
Man I'm young, fly and I'm gifted
Ticking things off my wishlist
I was 16 in that drop-top and Richie Rich is my witness
But we don't par with no snitches
All we do is generate
Up all night with my pen, writing about this girl I wanna penetrate
They say my angle's bent, tell them niggas get it straight
Watch where the fuck you staring because you won't like where it could escalate