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:], yeah, you know what i'm talkin' 'bout, from cali to new york city, yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't talkin' paper, we be breakin' down the work on my mama table, all day, high, drunk and clockin' paper, fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper, all day, ridin' clean, smokin' purple, all day, play with me and they gon' hurt you, all day, there's nothin' but paper on my mind, all day, shawty do it for the vine, ridin' clean, smokin' purple, play with me and they gon' hurt you, ain't no squares in my circle, missin' with the, stripper bitches burnin' out bank accounts, yeah, we rappin' raw cut with wet paper towels, that's grown talk, i buy a whole block, and i ain't talkin' 'bout blah, i got grown spots, i pull 23 mil out my old spot, i came a long way from the stove top, i still get busy, count money 'til i'm dizzy, load a full truck up, it's a quick 650, bullet-proof truck in a s5-50, got lemonade pounds out in new york city, i'm a flex with the pack, i get 5 grams for 'em, right across the street when i land in the mornin', coke boy seats, not a damn stain on 'em, throwin' bitches in the crib, pour champagne on 'em, yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't talkin' paper, we be breakin' down the work on my mama table, all day, high, drunk and clockin' paper, fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper, all day, ridin' clean, smokin' purple, all day, play with me and they gon' hurt you, all day, there's nothin' but paper on my mind, all day, shawty do it for the vine, ridin' clean, smokin' purple, play with me and they gon' hurt you, ain't no squares in my circle, missin' with the, ground bag money, stuff it in the wall, dirty money, i'm a lax tryna duck the dog, i'm still dirty, fuck a rap check, i was first class chillin' when the pack left, i need a fresh pair of gloves and a address, i got 6 cellphones, hope the pack flex, i still get money, bitch, you're weed man love me, yeah, i keep the big bills, re-cop with the 20s, i'm a real street cat, in the drop with the bunny, xanax bars and the cup's all muddy, i hit the a-town, we got rich in atlanta, i'm in the h-town with french montana, cook smoke in the air with the coke boys, young motherfucker, yeah, i'm a dope boy, yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't talkin' paper, we be breakin' down the work on my mama table, all day, high, drunk and clockin' paper, fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper, all day, ridin' clean, smokin' purple, all day, play with me and they gon' hurt you, all day, there's nothin' but paper on my mind, all day, shawty do it for the vine, you already know what i'm talkin' 'bout, man, brown bag money, pickin' up 200, 3, 4, 500 thousand at one time, ridin' round, cop keep behind me, i ain't even trippin' though, if he put his lights on, i'm dippin' yo, it's big in it, you know i went from coke money to hoe money, grown money to show money, to havin' too much money, yeah