Three Things change when you get to the paper
Friends, some might even turn to your haters
The cribs, 'cause that ain't where you live no more
Plus Your Fam start to treat you like you owe that dough
Boy I don't owe you nothing
Plus my trap ain't jumping
See me moving thinking it's dollars please don't make them assumptions
Did some shit for less than copper
Lead to paper abundance
You spent your four years hustlin'
I'm in my four walls bumpin
Goddamn Goddamn
We need Chicken for the yams
Aww man goddamn
We need chicken in advance
Freaky Sheeka tried to play me
We need chicken for the yams
Aww man goddamn
Now we pitching for the bands
I hit Vinnies blew a couple take a picture for the gram
I got the hoes on my body
5-0 on body
Neck wrist it's rocky
Skrt Skrt the Mazi
Yeah that's rented for the optic why we spend it
Nothing shifted plus a business
This the Highest form of living my nigga
They claim the fire
That's prior
Said he spinnin' cool
Then he dying
Keep playing we got 30's on my block
It's 7:30 'round my block
Nigga Stop
Get the fuck up off the block with it
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
Yeah, too much paper you could get it if you stop bitching
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
Whoa, you tryna grow you gotta make it off the block with it
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
Yeah, too much paper you could get it if you stop bitching
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
Whoa, you tried to get you gotta
Some niggas fear success
But I don't fear no check
Got up off my nest
Now its Lear my Jet
Spending time at home
Then I'm back on road
Sun-shining at the show, bitch my black on glow
Ay I just mind my business
You know hold shit down
Need thirty six five chicken
You Know whole year 'round
No I don't play victim
Roses grow out the ground
Y'all wanna moan
I got to skate, don't want to roll then bounce
L.A.B.B the -ism
Get the sauce from the source
Double double my limits
But I won't take a loss
My Uncle hit me with wisdom and I take it as law
Learn everybody's job if you tryna be the boss
Get the fuck up out your feelings you don't gotta get involved no
On my doley it was me inside them walls whoa
Working on this, only focus get poppin'
Niggas scared to get the chicken
But count it without a problem damn
They Claim they fire
That's prior
Said he spinnin' cool
Then he dying
Keep playing we got 30's on my block
It's 7:30 'round my block
Nigga stop
Get the fuck up off the block with it
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
Yeah, too much paper you could get it if you stop bitching
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
Whoa, you tryna grow you gotta make it off the block with it
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
Yeah, too much paper you could get it if you stop bitching
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
(On block with it)
Whoa, you tryna grow you gotta