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

[silkk the
Seems it's a trip niggas 'll do
For a grip in day and age
See I be tryin' to get and
Keep my game sharper than a (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in somethin'
Like the coupe dropped
them niggas starin' while they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to me a motherfuckin' grip
It's about time
I got my hand upon my
my money be on my mind
Stay away from these
That be shady like a
I try to show 'em
And get ta they can be me
But a I'll blast you
If I to(why? )
cash rules(damn)

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

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

[silkk the
Bitch i'ma g nigga all tha way
So they betta just fall away
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over hardaway
I do more pimpin' than
A fuckin' violent,
I'm silent, so you know a nigga a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of niggas show
They don't
Cause if I die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
huh, i'ma be tha man(damn)
And I be to hop in
Some shit(like that)
See if I had a
For nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be
had flow ons
Them gold spinnin' like some diamonds
With my right behind me
Nigga you know, where to find me
Just to get a buck,
on the cut before the taz hit
But I in this game so long
Shit, I done it
By any
The more fiends, the more green I
I just kick
And them, go out and get tha cash
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all about my

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

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