Paper (feat. Breana Marin)

I gotta get to the bag get this paper And finally be somebody in this world I gotta get to the bag get this paper And finally live the life that I deserve I gotta get to it Paper money, money paper working 9 to 5's Never make enough to live, just to survive They say It's the root of all evil It's the green you ain't smoking But enough can kill people It's the type of shit that makes a normal man go insane The type of shit that gets a really ugly brothers laid Or the type of shit that makes her Do self pimping Sucking and riding Just to get through tuition Never knocking honest livings tho, my shits dry Hell, the numbers that I make, keeps me up at night Between bills Rent And utilities I should get some life insurance cause this shit be killing me Concealing me, and stopping me From what I wanna do For the dollars that I make, it's like life cost two And I treat my debts like a paper, turning it in before its due Haven't said I love, as much as I owe you I gotta get to the bag get this paper And finally be somebody in this world I gotta get to the bag get this paper And finally live the life that I deserve I gotta get to it Get ya clout up Different fashion, staying fresh How the hell they say it Doesn't buy your ass happiness With and bag and some racks See me on some bougie shit Eating caviar and scallops Like I'm in a movie shit And once they see the dough They be giving up the cake Wanting buns in the oven, cause the labor worth the pay Like a green remedy, it makes your dick bigger Buried deep in the green they wanna gold dig ya Claim to feel ya, so familiar, wanna milk ya Acting like they'd care if someone came and fuckin killed ya Cause passion and dreams, ain't putting food on a table That's why they hustling cane, for a chance to be able To provide, life, in a blink of an eye Go from scraping change, to every hustle be a prize fight But as long as I'm set, I'll know fosure that my minds right But my empty wallet has me on some I gotta get to the bag get this paper And finally be somebody in this world I gotta get to the bag get this paper And finally live the life that I deserve I gotta get to it If I had De Niro Be the neighborhood hero If I had some gwap I'd be funding in some stocks And If I had a bando I'd really be that mans tho Make sure the squad And my parents had a house But Id party with Grant, Tell Franklin he can roll thru With some banging shelas, Have em dancing money moves Till I give them a ring, be a rich enough to cuff But you best believe ya boy, is all about that prenup Money from the mic, money from the speakers Money buys Latinas, with some limes and tequila Money makes her wet, money lets you feel her Money masks motives, got her wearing that concealer Money with the problem solving, money got the squad evolving Got us all coming thru, once we hear that money calling Want money in my life Cause at this point homie, I can't afford to fuckin die