Southside To Bedstuy

These rappers talkin bout fast cars and kilos

That caviar prosche 911 down with kilos

Let's talk money homie pillows of that brain dead

When I was broke I had no pillow for my damn head

Damn rich I got a little money on my head

That's chump change og, I'm not dead

My angels turn my tears to a bright smile

I binged out doin time on rikers isle

I'm in a challenger, high with my honey bunch

Flip flop colour, the dodge is hawaiian punch

Them fiends want lunch, I give em dog food

Run up on my whip, you be the lords food

I ain't out here chasing my dick I'm chasing paper

And when you make too much these niggaz they learn to hate ya

You are a hater I'm a hermeez draper

A jimmy tabinni and a new lamborghini

These haterz wanna be me, your bitch I'm a scrape her

Mad at me cause I'm all about paper

Paper, paper

Mad at me cause I'm all about paper

Paper, paper

Mad at me cause I'm all about paper

I could see it in your eyes that you niggaz really hateful

It hurt you too see me and I ain't in that shell suit

I ain't in that big yard, I ain't in that mess hall

I ain't even think that, I would make it this far

Ain't life strange though, look at how it changed though

You don't even like me the bitch love maino

She love how my chain glow, love when my shirt off

Sl drop no top baby shirt off

Runnin through the city pants half down half up

We get money pussy niggaz get they eyes shut

Black bandana on my right wrist tied up

You still chasing pussy while pussy tryna find us