Paper

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