PAPER!

All I care 'bout is that paper, bitch
I'm in the cut like a taper, bitch
Real nigga shit, I ain't with all the faking, bitch
Ugh, I'm on my grind like a fakie smith
Bad lil bitch on the dick and she taping it
Brand new wood, cop a zip, put an eighth in it
Roll it up, spark it, plus you know I'm facing it
I just be cooling, don't got time for hating, bitch

Ugh
Blowing that gas and I'm feeling amazing
Bitch I'm bluefacing, his pockets is vacant
I'm on that same shit, don't gotta say shit
That nigga hate me, I don't even blame him
I'm in the back and I'm high as inflation
I'm with his bitch and we having relations
That nigga tough, but I'm using quotations
We not the same, we not even adjacent
Ugh, ugh
Niggas be making me sick like Ne-Yo
I put like 3-0 inside of the three four
Glock put that boy in the sky like Iyo
He fade away, when I shoot its a three though
Ugh, I'm sending shots like Tito's
Be what you want, but you ain't gon' be me though
To keep it a hundred, just gon' be a zero
Ugh
I up the choppa, he running a four flat
Niggas be bitching like go take a Prozac
I come around, you ain't getting your hoe back
Fuck niggas stuck in the past like a throwback
Niggas my sons, and you fuck niggas know that
Hope you up quick, cause I shoot like a Kodak
Fuck up my wrist when that motherfucker blow back, ugh
I up the switch and it sound like its glitching
I'm feeling like Max, keep a pole like I'm fishing
And if you ain't the gang, I don't fuck with the vision
Like motherfuck the fame, tryna ball like a Piston
Like run this shit back if your ass ain't been listening
I wet his block like a motherfucking christening
I'm with his bitch and she giving it up
If you ain't Shini, ain't kicking shit, ugh
Niggas be bitch, I don't know what to say
That's okay, I'm only here for the pay
Spitting that real, I ain't come here to play
How the fuck else imma get to the pape?
V12 money truck, I'm finna race
I never gave a fuck, pick up the pace
Niggas can't be me, start pumping the brakes
Bitch I'm the best, you cant even debate
Ugh, ugh
Back in this bitch off the medical
Niggas be snitching, these niggas be federal
Choppa gon' cut him in half like a decimal
Knocking that nigga straight off of his pedestal
Ugh, he want the smoke, then it's plentiful
Niggas gon' make me do something regrettable
I cannot fuck with these niggas in general

All I care 'bout is that paper, bitch
I'm in the cut like a taper, bitch
Real nigga shit, I ain't with all the faking, bitch
Ugh, I'm on my grind like a fakie smith
Bad lil bitch on the dick and she taping it
Brand new wood, cop a zip, put an eighth in it
Roll it up, spark it, plus you know I'm facing it
I just be cooling, don't got time for hating, bitch