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Yeah, you hear that? | It's paper (Glitch realm) | 'Bout paper, get your money man!
Yeah, you hear that? It's paper (Glitch realm) 'Bout paper, get your money man! Get yours Lay up, if you wanted me, I'm 6 o'clock That mean I stay up See you niggas standing in a line I got my weight up A lot of niggas owing dues, man It's time to pay up Smoke a joint with my girl every time we wake up In the city, but don't plan on staying If you ain't talking thirty million Then we can't arrange it Yeah, I treat the game like I'm renovating They call me the landlord I got all the tenants hating Look at my tennis bracelet There's all these diamonds in it And plus my watch is icy too That means it's time to get it Yeah, I think they scared of me like I'm the dentist Like I'm running a fam, everyone 'round about our business And I get high off fitness That mean I'm smoking strong Bet all these diamonds will you give you something to focus on Your girl love my song My chain cool, the Fonz My kush be the bomb It sing like Solange Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go That they say that we can't get dough? (All money) Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go That they say that we can't smoke? (Kush) Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go That they say that we can't rep Taylor? (Gang, gang) Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go That we can't keep getting that paper? (I don' know) Big stunner, ex-weed runner My bitch hotter than the middle of the summer Rocking anything I wanna Still watch for undercovers Like, I'm just on the sheet Money make me feel complete See, you don't do this everyday That mean you can't compete I'm on top of the game But I came from underneath Never tame me, I'ma beast Watch my change increase Used to just show up But now I make them pay them fees Used to smoke blunts Now I need the paper Being broke ain't in my nature Either block out what they say Or use the talk as motivation Uh we at the top and know they hating Know sometimes they like a child and whine And get impatient, but there ain't no complaining Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go That they say that we can't get dough? (All money) Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go That they say that we can't smoke? (Kush) Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go That they say that we can't rep Taylor? (Gang, gang) Whoa, whoa, whoa, where we go, go, go That we can't keep getting that paper? (I don' know) And that's how it is I just got on the plane, you know what I'm saying? Smelling like about five thousand dollars worth of Khalifa Kush And I dare somebody to say something to me, motherfucker, yeah Taylor Gang or die And the gang's for gang Yeah bitch, yeah
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