Listen Up Hustlers, I Treats them bricks
Like the wheel of fortune, spin it that's why I'm rich (Daaaaamn)
Sick, I Should Of Been in Saffer
But I'm numero uno trick draw four
(Hey) I wave at the hadies
They knoew it's me I Be wearing all the lazers
You Shakedown, We paper touch
Ever since I came home and escape the cuffs
Cafe, Serving the east to the west (What Else)
Got'em On E! Like Ryan Seacrest (What Else)
The Wire said keep the devil in the hole
But I'm the chef, my ceddle is never cold
It's Whatever for the dough
Whatever's on the floor
Like I'm From Frisco, Just Tell Me Whan To Go
Memorial Day In M.I.A
I Made It Hurricane Chris
A Bay-Bay
Baby I touch paper, so much paper
We can split it down the middle like dutch paper
And for real I don't even call it paper
I got money out the ass, so it's toilet paper
Shawty good money in the back area
Curve on a hip, make me wanna black berry ya
And everybody talkin' duffle bag s***
Only Paper in, is probably what they stuffed the bag with
My swag fit like it's tailor made, yo
New York love me, I Got a Tailor Made Flow
Oh' Na I Ain't who to go hard with
My young boy will do the job like the omar hit, SHIT
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