| All I know is paper, I don’t know these hoes
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| I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose
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| And I’m bringin' home the bacon, it’s fryin' on the stove
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| You hoes can’t drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
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| Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
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| And I swear everyday I’m on my Ariana grind
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| Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida
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| And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
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| Lord I’m a free man like I come from Amistad
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| Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o’s to octagons
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| I get money while I’m sleep, I dream that I’m in heaven
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| I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy
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| All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant
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| So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em
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| Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
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| Well feet don’t fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
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| Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall
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| Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it’s warm
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| Church shoes to play ball
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| We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
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| Urkel to big Carl, y’all don’t hear me
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| All I love is paper, I don’t love these hoes
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| Boy that vest won’t save you, neither will heroes
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| Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
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| Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
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| Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
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| All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold their soul
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| Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero’s
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| Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
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| Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
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| Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
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| I was runnin' outta patience, 'til I heard «All aboard»
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| They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
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| Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
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| I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
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| God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k
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| I be spendin' 25k every 5 days
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| I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens
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| I don’t want you in the house bae
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| Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance
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| We got trap houses in London, y’all don’t hear me
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| Hol' up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up
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| Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up?
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| Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda
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| Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us
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| Then we toast cups and we post up, don’t approach us, we got toasters
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| That’s my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no fucks
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| Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca
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| I know a ho who’ll rock the boat, but I row her, I’m Noah Lord
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| I remember when I was no one Lord
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| When I couldn’t find jack in no ones cards
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| Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
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| Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres oh Lord
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| I remember dyin' on her room floor
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| And wakin' up in some police’s arms
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| He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him
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| And I hope he see me, cause if he didn’t save that lil boy there would be no
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| Weezy oh Lord |