| Woke up in a daze bitch all in my face
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| One thing on my mind is I gotta get paid
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| Throw on my new J’s then I hit the streets
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| Bills gotta get paid
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| Baby gotta eat oh oh
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| I’m on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh
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| I’m on the paper chase, paper chasin'
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| Racks I’ll be chasin'
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| I ain’t chasing these hoes
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| Focus on this money
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| I’m just getting this dough oh oh
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| They talking money no I’m speaking fluent
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| If you’re talking lawyers let’s keep it Jewish
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| If it’s dropped top let’s keep it ruthless
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| If you talkin' promise you know we get stupid
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| If I’m sleeping I dream on
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| If I sleep then my team on
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| Niggas beefin' out in the streets
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| Money puttin' the beam on
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| Quadruple with that racing pal, yeah
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| Yea, I’m master of the face and black
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| Some of team just to make you back
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| And all that damn try to make you stack
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| My bitch in Atlanta, get money, bring the hammers
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| Once she talking and understand her
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| She give me brand and call it country grammar
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| And I’m getting bread, all kind of dough
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| While I’m getting' head I’ll be countin' dough
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| Fuck the feds, I’m a drown in dough
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| And my trunk look like it ain’t my top
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| In this pump just might gonna shake that block
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| I want this done so unlace the watch
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| Hundred carrots, no bunny rabbits
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| Motherfucker, this straight up box
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| Woke up in a daze bitch all in my face
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| One thing on my mind is I gotta get paid
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| Throw on my new J’s then I hit the streets
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| Bills gotta get paid
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| Baby gotta eat oh oh
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| I’m on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh
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| I’m on the paper chase, paper chasin'
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| Racks I’ll be chasin'
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| I ain’t chasing these hoes
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| Focus on this money
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| I’m just getting this dough oh oh
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| I’m just tryna get it how I live shawty
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| I’m just tryna eat, who got a pill for me?
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| My baby need a crib homie
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| Better yet, my baby need somewhere to live broadie
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| Ridin' 'round with that thorny
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| Pistol talk 'til I point it
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| Give it up when I want it
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| Give everything out of this joint
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| Got a body on the floor
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| A body on the court
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| Body at the starters screaming murder that you wrote wut
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| Is you who from?
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| 'Cause I ain’t going in until my bill’s done
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| My bills gotta be paid up
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| Post cup, laid up till I count this paper
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| Gotta get my cake up, baby need some peppers
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| Hoes want shopping spree
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| I guess I’m nigga
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| Going on the ride sprays
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| 'Til I get a jace
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| Tell I bring home a hundred G’s
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| I’m a rubber nigga for a hundred piece
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| Woke up in a daze bitch all in my face
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| One thing on my mind is I gotta get paid
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| Throw on my new J’s then I hit the streets
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| Bills gotta get paid
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| Baby gotta eat oh oh
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| I’m on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh
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| I’m on the paper chase, paper chasin'
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| Racks I’ll be chasin
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| I ain’t chasing these hoes
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| Focus on this money
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| I’m just getting this dough oh oh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper Chase, artist - Jim Jones. Album song Vampire Life 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп