like a razor Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper Wear jet black like Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters It's in my n-n-
block n*** fo' real So if you gettin' your money, you be gettin' it I'm just worried about me now Got all the f*** boys from around me Hey, f*** you, n
day care kids napped You think you real, well my posse is crazier Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia I'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers Beef in N
a billion dollar b**** Put my pimpin in your life, watch your daddy get rich Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3 Get down with UGK, Pimp C & B U N B Cause
B (that's my niggas there) We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it We gon' handle our business We gon' smoke We gon' make it back to the N.O. 'cause
bitch Put my pimpin in your life, watch your daddy get rich Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3 Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B U N B Cause whats a hoe with
had the hood like watts flooded wit cop force Q.B. to the cracks in the pavement Mister everything that [Incomprehensible] pool for stacks in a basement
you get out, man, keep grindin' See me, B.G., original H.B. Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police I keep it real with the real, that's all I know
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
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