N if ya outta dat Send you some mo' hard I need a piece a mind Some relaxation I'm mindin' my b-ness So why ya nigga hatin'? I keep it too real So
s instinct, life's a b____ and she's far from cheap I got love for my dogs hustling for defeats Put it down for this paper, increase the real Come wit
bout my paper like a muthf-cking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife your b
Jag straight off the lot Believe me dog I'm really hot I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed Banging hoes and changing clothes Smoking dro and doing shows Paper stack
money out your crib cause you ain't gettin none of mine tonight (Shorty) B.K. put it on the floor B.K. put it on the floor B.X. put it on the floor B
on - how many MC's must get dead? [Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] Puttin your shit to the pave', heatin and meetin the gauge Live in the land of real crazed
for that brown paper bag that Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (cmon) Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (we
betta watch T.V. I hit em in the head wit a bottle like im his B. So nigga please believe I got a 1-track mind You play wit ma paper I got 1 black nine
I taste diamonds in my mouth Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks, it's going down in the South [Hook:] Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks
plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him
so I'm a mash for the cash like the S.U.C and the G - A - N - G is the S - L - A - B [Verse 3 - Boss] It's the Boss flippin in glass house while tryna stack
want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer Kidnap n*ggaz wanna steal ya Broke n*ggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya for the name, n
't worry bout mine, nigga get your's [Trae] I be in a state in your face, gliding a S-L-A-B STS with nothing but T-I-N-T, reputation of a P-I-M-P These
Jump on a Benz is it (Bun) Jump on a Lac shit (Bun) Jump on what U wanna (Bun) Cuz we countin stacks rollin (Bun) Man U gon see ya paper (Bun) About his
Shout out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just doin us Yeah we gettin that paper, if you say
fucked by them, then got fucked by me This the big three, G-R-I-N-D I-N-G, all about the currency, what [Chorus] [E.S.G.] B's for Boss Ballas, best