Paper (feat. Rick Ross)

歌詞

[Chorus - Jody Breeze] X2 Fake niggas be talking, real niggas get paper Yeah nigga we gangster, who gives a fuck what you thinking? We be flipping them cakes, we be whipping that soda From the streets of the A, to the home of the coca [Verse 1 - Big Gee] I be tucked off, '75 Cut' dog Trapping at the bus stop, trying to get this dust off Get pissed off, then the TEC talk All at the Waffle House bathroom, trying to wipe the blood off I been lost, been throwed off Ever since they set Wayne free, preliminary hearings off I'm veering off, in the fast lane Driving up the lonely road hollering "real nigga get money mane!" [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] Fake niggas be talking, real niggas get paper Look hater you're hating, look at us, we major It get hotter and hotter, the hotter the water No remodel now, it's Maybach and no less than Mirada I keep killers, they keep killing These little fuck niggas, they barely keep living Bitch we break them down, so we keep building Young and blowing pounds, in the hood, making millions [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Jody Breeze] Yeah nigga we gangsters, so fuck what you think I'm addicted to paper, I got money to make Lot of niggas be flexing, like they real when they ain't Thousand grams in the trunk, I got a paper for plates Hit the block with the product, trying not to get caught up Nigga front, you get shot up, that's just how I was brought up Pops was a rolling stone, so I grew a bone on the corner Nigga rolling stones, with a bunch of stones [Verse 4 - Gorilla Zoe] Coca-Cola, I ain't talking soda Add a little water, add a little soda Yeah it's locking up, because the water's getting colder Let it dry, sit it on a Bounty towel The robbers on the prowl, I got killers at the window Say the wrong shit, dog I'm shooting through the peephole Fuck niggas snitch, real niggas stack dough though Ditto, Boyz N Da Hood, Gorilla Z.O. [Chorus]