Lyrics Paper Diet - Trey Jones, Thee Ajay, Trippy Hippy

Paper Diet

Name’s Martian — PAPER DIET ft Trey Jones, Trippy Hippy & Thee Ajay
VERSE 1 —
She say she love rappers '
She be fucking wit my lyrics.
If I ever told you I love you Girl I love money more
I ain’t tripping.
You can call me on my landline on a cell I have been Tripping.
Girl I gotta grind cuz if I don’t
I know you’ll be tripping
Getting money first
That’s a nigga rule.
Tryna work on my grind
Get that money all for you
I do not like promising girl buh it’s a fucking true
VERSE 2 —
They didn’t put me on so i had to Cope a booth
Had to spit my truth, inspire the youth
This one is my day job, Trey jones pulled up in a suite
I got dreams of bentley bentayga, Bentley coupe
Hanging with these ricc niggas really switched my mood
Wake up early morning just to get the f*** loot
Money thats my shawty that’s my baby
Wake up early morning just to hustle ain’t no stopping me
Need that food on table, need that colord greens that brocolli
Cope papa some property
VERSE 3
I be on my grind but I need that time to be alone ey!
I ain’t got no curfew.
On my own I ain’t going home ey!
They know am a king
Am walking around
Don’t need no throne …
All these niggas hating they gone miss me when am gone …
Man I gotta work!, they say I was bad but am getting worse.
Talking bout my lifestyle I had to put that in a verse ey!
Nigga Busy hating his chick pulled up on my birthday
They don’t like my moves when am walking round that it’s an earth !!
VERSE 4
Bad bee she sent from heaven
Vacay in Copenhagen to Handle my business moves
Chocolate popcorn on my drip, that's how i keep my cool.
On the television, the radio get inspired dude
Martian looky we love you
All i think about is foreign money, foreign cars and foreign shows
In Lusaka city, standing ove’s at my shows
Damn i love my city put em on like they my clothes
One time for the peace and the success mayne lets f*** toast
VERSE 5
Taeshawn Taeshawn
Look at your Dad
Look at the way he’s making them Mad
Glad he’s back With the Lad
All of my X’s are Sad
Tentacion
Iyeee!!!
All of her niggas Are Lame or they broke
I gatta go
I gatta go
Am on a mission to shoot for the stars
Shots shots All about bars
Screw Screw look at the cars
These are the we talking about
Vroom Vroom langana Ta
These are the niggas who taking it far
Roll up a blunt rocket to mars
So Stonned rocket to to mars
Look at Dat look at dat look at dat Go!!!
VERSE 6
YUNG gOD
I been the gOD of the wave
Since back in the day
Salty ass niggas they hate
Me, I’m just tryna get paid
Link up with Martian today
We going Up up and away
Up to stars to Invade
We blowing up, no Delay
All this clout chasing and cappin, I cannot relate
If The gOD said it I did it;
and I tell it straight
Im so buzzed that I don’t want your girl up in my face
I be on a muddy diet don’t need tanquery
Just like Jesus Christ I always tel the truth
I feel gODLY and so perfect when I’m in the booth
Issa new wave nigga, big up to my youth
Never been a thirsty nigga cause I got the juice!
VERSE 7
Niqqaz say got it on lock dis me breaking in
If you sleeping on me dawg this is your awakening
If you talking shit hommie this your day of reckoning
And if we talking money you can check how much raking in
Last call for flight to the top who else checking in
Claiming you top dawg but all I see is chickenin'
Niqqaz claiming they Kings but I don’t see no thrones though
This is a gun fight why you bringing stones bro
If you think am taking shots best believe I didn’t miss
Ey yo Martian hold my cup while I take a piss
Foreign cars foreign girls am feeling like a tourist
I be in my country but am feeling like a tourist