Lyrics Deposit - Paper Paulk, Pusha T

Deposit

Quarter mil' in the closet, I got it all from the bottom
Gotta get my deposit then I get back to the projects
Suckers hate that I’m popping I know they plotting to pop me
Ain’t no fear in my eyes, paper B-I-G nigga I’m ready to die
Bitch I’m from the land dont shit come free
You can bet the bank on me
Self-made nan nigga fake ‘round me
Guarantee they would die for me nigga stop it
Boy you ain’t bout it, Paper Mafia mobsters
And they ready to flock ya, gotta get that deposit
Bad bitches on call, every state even ones in the senegal
In love with a young nigga cause he did it all
And I don’t even know her name but I know she raw, that bitch raw!
The coop need her topless
So im closer to God I don’t fuck with a wallets
Quarter mil' in the closet, gotta get to the track gotta get my deposit
Gotta make deposit (I gotta)
Quarter mil' in the closet (I got it)
Gotta make deposit (I gotta)
Quarter mil' in the closet (I got it)
Quarter mil' in the closet (Quarter mil' in the closet) X 4
I remember when a quarter mil' was every drug dealers gold
Then I reached my first quarter mil' and that way of thinking got old (Quit)
So I set the bar to half a mil' and told Houston double up the load (Yupp!)
Made it to about 450 and that lil Spanish nigga told (Snitch!)
Niggas tried to play connect four when the connect fell
I’m the reason Whitney exhaled
Used to reach me on a Nextell
Recompress and go berserk with it
My new connect was off the surf with it
Porter Prince had to broadest tints when the price is rolled I had to work with
it
I’m sort of a natural
Cocaine international
I’m the one they attach it to
I’m the that they cash it through
Poppy on the line patch him through
Do you wanna start a tab or two
When the loads clear and hes paid in full what more cn he ask of you?
Push!
Gotta make deposit (I gotta)
Quarter mil' in the closet (I got it)
Gotta make deposit (I gotta)
Quarter mil' in the closet (I got it)
Quarter mil' in the closet (Quarter mil' in the closet) X 4
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