Kept my mind on my dough Other rappers were dying to blow I was flying that crow No time for a show Ice city all them other niggas moist Had revolver barrels spinning like them judges on The Voice I just put a classic out every summer then its back to doing numbers All I do is give packages to runners (Huh!) But all these niggas hating I don't feel the love I'll punch my nigga in the face for tryna steal the plug I need every penny so I scrape the pyrex My nigga ask me how I'd feel if he dating my ex Told him no stress if he's linking my old boo I swear there ain't a vest my ting couldn't go through Few sales on the strip 100 niggas grinding 20k on my wrist and none of its from rhyming In a bud drought had them feens high on B And I don't need no one cos I rely on me its nines
No time for these hoes cos I'm tryna get this (Paper) Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper) And I ain't writing bars all I think about is (Paper) Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper)
We ain't your average dreamers The Rap Game's messy it's time we clean up Because in Mans city who's winning my team yes Always coming with realness Up on the 7th floor two room view where I blow out my reefer Listening to Jah cure blaze out the speaker Eyes low frass of the weed cah Mitch got me that loud out in benalmadena They don't know what I do to these beats star For a nice price I'm a hell of a feature See this track here ill turner to tina Now I gets mic watch me fuck it up I seen them toppa tops lick off couple shots Any man there talk get shot a box Can't do dirt with no chatterbox Rapping back when girls were playing double dutch Before we knew how to reverse or even double clutch
No time for these hoes cos I'm tryna get this (Paper) Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper) And I ain't writing bars all I think about is (Paper) Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper)