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Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper
Young silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a

[silkk the
Seems it's a trip what 'll do
For a grip in day and age
See I be tryin' to get and
Keep my sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in somethin'
Like the coupe that's
Have niggas starin' while they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a grip
It's about that
I got my upon my nine
Plus my money be on my
away from these niggas
That be shady like a
I try to 'em love
And get ta thinkin' can be me
But a nigga I'll you
If I to(why? )
cash rules(damn)

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Another day another
I'm all about money an power
And if ya feel me holla
If you you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills I make
a day another dolla
Another dolla day

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Dolla
Dolla dolla bill y'all... x3
Dolla bill
Dolla dolla bill
Dolla dolla bill y'all

[silkk the
Bitch g nigga like all tha way
So nigga betta just fall away
(talkin' shit)
And still like hardaway
I do more than scottie
A nigga violent,
I'm silent, so you know a nigga a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas
don't understand
Cause if I die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, be tha man(damn)
And I be to hop in
Some shit(like that)
See if I had a
For ever nigga told me they major
Shit, I be
Kinda had ons
Them thangs spinnin' like some diamonds
With my clique right me
Nigga you know, just to find me
Just to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I been in this game so
Shit, I done it
By any
The more fiends, the more I have
I kick back
And them, go out and get tha cash
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all my paper

[silkk the
I stay tru to tha
Even if I make a
that's the only place I can go
When I'm broke and I keeps it
You besta
How I be my mail(what? )
it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or
You know I gots to, watch my
And be shure black
(they can't with you)
Beacause a proven fact(what? )
That some of these jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be
trip
Cause how can I have a
And be a teenager
You know can't fade me
But they try(nah they can't fuck with you)
Even though I wear a
And two you know i'ma still die(damn)
But then I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause no turnin' back
And ain't no that(savin' that)
Can't take nothin' me
So I guess be a dead g
And ain't for cryin' over me

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Heh, young
T-r-u, heh, we 'bout money
Tha paper chase you know what I'm
Breakin' bread, all real
We all tha motherfuckin'
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money,
Or whateva the fuck you call it