all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin' Up that paper like you know Gotta click since I call them blue notes Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto Get that
-ars. And then you'll see, you're gonna go far. Cause everyone knows, who you are-are. So live your life, ay ay ay. Instead of chasing that paper. Just
loot, psycho for the paper This a new year but I recycle for the paper If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper So have my check right, no typos
's no roof above me or the 22's underneath me Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas? I'm naturally
Winona Ryder his [Fabolous:] Ferrari Fab or you could say Spyder Spizz [Kanye West:] SLR pullin up on the side of his [Fabolous:] Shortys success ain't even near as hot as his This dudes paper
C And when I'm gone they goin stare up at my cheese [Hook] [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] You do what I do then you would know what's in my bank account
this damn thing we going to do it for the screw And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click
white t-shirt 24/7 all day and night, around the clock that's how we work I could give a fuck, about these niggaz wanting beef They been muted by my paper chase
drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth On a paper chase
I would never make it, cause I rap too fast I was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scraps to cash Remember, how y'all use to chase me home
or rocking the braids They love my dick, and want me to stay in they cot for the day But I got bidness to handle, and paper to chase Finish sucking my
up on the scene, make em all say their so thoed Sitting back on these hoes, that's trying to out do my flows And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do
how we up in the game, I'm bout my paper fuck fame The last day you gon see, we roll down feeling shame This how the lessons gangstafied, paper chasing
ready [Hook - 2x] [Den Den] We be crooked than a bitch, catch me dead in the mix Shoot some dice start a fight, or scrambling for a lick Chasing my
me Divine in the bench, and make me hard to hit Hating me is like a habit, and it's hard to quit I'll be chasing paper money, making maneuvers I'm mad
spirit is about to get evicted Cause I'm a victim of a world so wicked, time and time I ask myself why did they turn the heat up, I was chasing paper
flesh and my flesh [Chorus: Makaveli] Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la