Papered Up

Cheers, playa
You got your Scorpio potna in this motherfucker
With his other Scorpio potna, that nigga Berner
I go by the name of E-Feasible Belafonte Bellagiano Bellwether, the
Best that ever did it and got away with it, you hear me, you bitch?
Let me spit my potpourri, it's game involved
Everything that I do, every time I do it, it's gon' be tall
Check game

I told my investments, "Don't ever turn me into a liar"
I'm Black excellence, waitin' for my business to get acquired
Can't be hesitant, gotta bust back, open fire
Nah, it ain't pleasant, pimp, better flatten 'em like a tire
Back in the day where we rest our heads, you can't be snoozin'
This how you get slaughtered, this how you
Get spanked, this how you get a whoopin'
Smokin' on turtle, that Charles Barkley, fuckin' with my sirens
Remember my money was tellin' jokes about me just like Wanda Sykes

I'm politickin' with factors, smell the bag through the package
Certified Bay legend on all of my masters
Hundred million fashion, brought the smoke to the masses
Need that mailbox money, all my income is passive
Got a pretty bitch with me, mmm, I love that she ratchet
Yeah, I love that she ratchet
VVSs from coke rocks, I'm runnin' through roadblocks
Been ballin' for too long, I'm prayin' it don't stop

Me and my dawgs been kickin' up major dust
Countin' money, fingertips full of paper cuts
Tell the world that they better buy away from us
Two playas from the Bay and we papered up
(And we papered up)
You know, papered up, you understand me?
Outta state like a license plate, man, out here havin' a great day
(And we papered up)
Year after improvement, out here stickin'
And movin', you understand me?

They call me water, all about a dollar
Used to push yowder, never stole copper
This Black right here a knocker, this slap right here a winner
I remember when we used to have potted meat for dinner
People always ask me how I made it out the street
By makin' dope raps and never turnin' on my peeps
Hella long ago, on 1324
I was cookin' blow in the main artery of the ghetto

I'm numb to the snake venom, trucks, we put weight in 'em
Outta state, this 6-8 offshore in the bank, hidden
Old school, but the whip new, the rims and the tint new
They mad that I'm on, they don't know what I been through
They should know that they fish food, the evil that men do
Triple-seal bags, celebrate when they get through
This old money smell funny, small faces look fake now
Bulletproof trucks, yeah, we slide in the tank now

Me and my dawgs been kickin' up major dust
Countin' money, fingertips full of paper cuts
Tell the world that they better buy away from us
Two playas from the Bay and we papered up
(And we papered up)
You know, papered up, you understand me?
Outta state like a license plate, man, out here havin' a great day
(And we papered up)
Year after improvement, out here stickin'
And movin', you understand me?