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Answer me, you white lookin- | All this hustlin' for all this paper | All these women 'round and all these haters
Answer me, you white lookin- All this hustlin' for all this paper All these women 'round and all these haters Paper planes, erryday, rollin' up, wake and bake All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite? Rollin' up another one to smoke one later Laughin' with my dawgs, we can't believe we made it Paper planes, erryday, rollin' up, wake and bake I became the boss because the cost, I paid it Rollin' blaze, nowadays, everyone's the same Drop my top, catch some rays, goin' through a phase Lookin' at the top spot, that's where I wanna stay Fillin' ash trays, diamonds look like lemonade Talk behind my back, but in my face they don't play Hella paid, Celine logos, side of my shades Start off too fast, end up spinnin' outta your lane So much grass goin' in and outta my brain Got a doubie and my ash tray waitin' (every day) Smokin' anywhere, my pad's as good, any place (what you think?) Never get down to my last when I make it (always stoned) To the point, I don't even pass, it's all to the face All this hustlin' for all this paper All these women 'round and all these haters Paper planes, erryday, rollin' up, wake and bake All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite? Rollin' up another one to smoke one later Laughin' with my dawgs, we can't believe we made it Paper planes, erryday, rollin' up, wake and bake I became the boss because the cost, I paid it Wanna let back my top and just chill Wanna be with my real ones that's real Wanna stand out, won't ever fit in Wanna make a hundred million bucks and do it again Wanna spend some and save some for my kid Want a bad bitch that I can teach to get rich And we split it Got a lotta dreams and a lotta time, so let's get it Got a doubie and my ash tray waitin' (every day) Smokin' anywhere, my pad's as good, any place (what you think?) Never get down to my last when I make it (always stoned) To the point, I don't even pass, it's all to the face Big house, nice house, I'm out the hood You mad, you in yo' feelings, so what? All this hustlin' for all this paper All these women 'round and all these haters Paper planes, erryday, rollin' up, wake and bake All these cars that's in my parking lot, which one's my favorite? Rollin' up another one to smoke one later Laughin' with my dawgs, we can't believe we made it Paper planes, erryday, rollin' up, wake and bake I became the boss because the cost, I paid it Yeah, get stoned, for real
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