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

the shocker]
Seems it's a what niggas 'll do
For a grip in day and age
See I be to get paid and
Keep my game than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in tight
the coupe that's dropped
Have them niggas starin' while they
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 be on my mind
Stay away these niggas
That be shady a tree
I try to 'em love
And get ta they can be me
But a nigga I'll you
If I to(why? )
Because rules(damn)

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Another day dollar
I'm all that money an power
And if ya me then 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 bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla bill

[silkk the
Bitch i'ma g like all tha way
So nigga they betta just away
(talkin' shit)
And still like hardaway
I do more pimpin' scottie
A nigga violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you know a nigga a 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
gangsta shit(like that)
See if I had a
For ever nigga told me they gonna
Shit, I be
Kinda had ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' some diamonds
With my clique behind me
Nigga you know, where to find me
tryin' 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 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 stay tru to tha
Even if I a mill'
Cause the only place 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 I gots to, watch my back
And be 'for black
(they can't fuck you)
it's a proven fact(what? )
That of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay and be major
trip
Cause how can I a grip
And only be a
You know can't fade me
But they will try(nah they fuck with you)
Even I wear a vest
And two straps you i'ma still die(damn)
But until I'm 'bout my paper black
ain't no turnin' back
And ain't no that(savin' that)
take nothin' with me
So I guess I'll be a g
And ain't need for over me

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