I get that paper, I do it I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm haters I really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? I really tryin' to hurt nobody Is somebody gonna get hurt up in Probably
My money get jealous, I the dough in check The checks bounce, give me cash and me mo' interest Rick Rock, now I get the dough goin' 20 thou' on the ground, wanna bet?
If I lose I roll another bet to up Keep for the dough like I ain't seen enough Fully equipped the whip, would be a plus Hop off the you know what and I'ma it up
us what you leavin' up? The dough on the Lambo' Don't try to be a or be an example Passport paper, ain't a place I can't go Haters gettin' sick 'bout to like Kimbo
Go ahead man, smack silly Rubber bands never fit when I package my but I'm still the man back in my city Ugh, put the on the acne like Diddy
Show you how to make 'em put the paper in face Let the yellow bones that it's time to skate dough sho' make a lot of cake Time to all of these suckas how to paper chase
The for the paper, just rewind it back Yeah our money, cars, I be rhymin' that Stay on the base like a diamondback While you in the crowd gettin' mad because the concert
I get paper, I do it major I'm stayin' sucker and I'm shakin' haters I ain't really tryin' to nobody, say what? I ain't really tryin' to nobody, say what? I ain't really tryin' to nobody Is gonna get hurt up in here? Probably
Two chicks to me on the 3-way blowin' in the hair of my breezy Woodgrain grab when you see me Oakland in my hand it's eBay
chicks beggin' me to come to see A No time like I ran out of If you go and give this hotness to the DJ You'll need a doctor and it ain't be Dre
Fans tryin' to out and try to find who The last of the last hearse applied to I could tell you a lie and you it's not you But B on the Scantron, not true
y'all boys is costumes I 'em off like the canvas in an art room Bring it on boy, my victory's doom Your plan was to 'Samity Sam me but gone boom
I get that paper, I do it I'm stayin' sucker and I'm shakin' haters I ain't really tryin' to nobody, say what? I ain't really to hurt nobody, say what? I ain't really tryin' to hurt Is somebody gonna get up in here? Probably
people hate to see you spendin' the new bucks You better not show your to us Hit gon' have the three K's like Klu So bring 'em to the that'll give 'em a crew cut
That mean minus a Need to be findin' your mind of findin' some trouble 'Cause it's obvious you lost we up out of the huddle Ready to blitz, yup I seen you in outer space like a
One mil', two mil', three, fo' Stayin' hungry like I missed the fo' meals Half a mil' still tell a man no Ridin' with the type of you don't peel
Yeah, the type of weapon don't jam Like most of these rappers in game that don't man Plus the ridin' with me is no fan Don't bring the wit'chu if you ain't bringin' no plan
I get that paper, I do it I'm stayin' sucker and I'm shakin' haters I really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? I really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? I ain't really tryin' to nobody Is somebody gonna get hurt up in Probably