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yeah

you know what i'm talkin' 'bout

from cali to new york city

yeah

fuck you talk if you ain't talkin' paper

we be breakin' down the work on my mama table

all day

high

drunk and clockin' paper

fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper

all day

ridin' clean

smokin' purple

all day

play with me and they gon' hurt you

all day

there's nothin' but paper on my mind

all day

shawty do it for the vine

ridin' clean

smokin' purple

play with me and they gon' hurt you

ain't no squares in my circle

missin' with the

stripper bitches burnin' out bank accounts

yeah

we rappin' raw cut with wet paper towels

that's grown talk

i buy a whole block

and i ain't talkin' 'bout blah

i got grown spots

i pull 23 mil out my old spot

i came a long way from the stove top

i still get busy

count money 'til i'm dizzy

load a full truck up

it's a quick 650

bullet-proof truck in a s5-50

got lemonade pounds out in new york city

i'm a flex with the pack

i get 5 grams for 'em

right across the street when i land in the mornin'

coke boy seats

not a damn stain on 'em

throwin' bitches in the crib

pour champagne on 'em

yeah

fuck you talk if you ain't talkin' paper

we be breakin' down the work on my mama table

all day

high

drunk and clockin' paper

fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper

all day

ridin' clean

smokin' purple

all day

play with me and they gon' hurt you

all day

there's nothin' but paper on my mind

all day

shawty do it for the vine

ridin' clean

smokin' purple

play with me and they gon' hurt you

ain't no squares in my circle

missin' with the

ground bag money

stuff it in the wall

dirty money

i'm a lax tryna duck the dog

i'm still dirty

fuck a rap check

i was first class chillin' when the pack left

i need a fresh pair of gloves and a address

i got 6 cellphones

hope the pack flex

i still get money

bitch

you're weed man love me

yeah

i keep the big bills

re-cop with the 20s

i'm a real street cat

in the drop with the bunny

xanax bars and the cup's all muddy

i hit the a-town

we got rich in atlanta

i'm in the h-town with french montana

cook smoke in the air with the coke boys

young motherfucker

yeah

i'm a dope boy

yeah

fuck you talk if you ain't talkin' paper

we be breakin' down the work on my mama table

all day

high

drunk and clockin' paper

fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper

all day

ridin' clean

smokin' purple

all day

play with me and they gon' hurt you

all day

there's nothin' but paper on my mind

all day

shawty do it for the vine

you already know what i'm talkin' 'bout

man

brown bag money

pickin' up 200

3

4

500 thousand at one time

ridin' round

cop keep behind me

i ain't even trippin' though

if he put his lights on

i'm dippin' yo

it's big in it

you know i went from coke money to hoe money

grown money to show money

to havin' too much money

yeah