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

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

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Another day another
I'm all about that money an
And if ya feel me holla
If you can't a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that I
a day another dolla
Another dolla day

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

the shocker]
Bitch i'ma g nigga all tha way
So nigga they betta just away
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over hardaway
I do more than scottie
A fuckin' violent,
I'm silent, so you know a nigga a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And of these 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 ever nigga told me gonna major
Shit, I be
had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some
With my clique right me
Nigga you know, just where to me
Just to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut the taz hit
But I been in game so long
Shit, I mastered it
By any
The more fiends, the green I have
I just 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 tru to tha ghetto
Even if I a mill'
Cause the only place I can go
When I'm broke and I it trill
You believe
How I be my mail(what? )
it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or
You I gots to, watch my back
And be 'for black
(they can't fuck you)
Beacause a proven fact(what? )
That some of these jack(tell 'em)
I posted and be major
trip
Cause how can I a grip
And only be a
You know they fade me
But they will try(nah can't fuck with you)
Even though I a vest
And two straps you know i'ma die(damn)
But until then I'm 'bout my paper
Cause no turnin' back
And no savin' that(savin' that)
Can't take with me
So I guess be a dead g
And ain't need for cryin' me

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