Blue Pieces of Paper (feat. Yero)

Them blue hundreds
Aye, I'ma tell you
We was getting so many blue hundreds
My nigga would, he didn't wanna even keep them mutha fuckers
He thought the government was tracing em
And we literally would switch them joints out for the old hundreds
But shit, now I need my blue joints now
I need my paper blue

Blue pieces of paper
Fold em to a plane & let em fly
Spend my time up in the sky where the eagles glide
I need my paper blue, yeah
I need my paper blue
Blue pieces of paper
Fold em to a plane & let em fly
Spend my time up in the sky where the eagles glide
I need my paper blue, yeah
I need my paper blue

Aye
I need to make stacks when I'm taking naps
I need to make racks so I can't relax
Everybody be rapping
Everybody be trapping
I been moving in silence and stepping back
Gotta fill the home stu with the plaques gold
She came thru with the, uh
Through the back door
Keep the tires to the road
How I keep it rolled up
Work hard head low
Like my Grandpa told us
I seen a lotta flash in the pan hype then it died out
Whip in the front
Man cave in the side house
Got the dark, uh
Lenses when it's night out
Never used look my way, she say I'm fly now
I'm like what
There here raw, no cut
Used to hit licks
Lived life on the run
Now I'm doing what I love
Getting paid, having fun
Toes in the sand
Pop a bottle in the sun

Blue pieces of paper
Fold em to a plane & let em fly
Spend my time up in the sky where the eagles glide
I need my paper blue, yeah
I need my paper blue
Blue pieces of paper
Fold em to a plane & let em fly
Spend my time up in the sky where the eagles glide
I need my paper blue, yeah
I need my paper blue

I need my paper blue
Yo, hey
They say that money is the root of all evil
But I say them blue faces make things more beautiful
I remember the days I was touching so much paper
The bills left cuts on my cuticles
Now I stack for the future, it's critical
Breaking down strong kush on my fingertips
All blue big face Ben Franklins
Bank on Pringles
Literally stacking chips
Used to be the D-Boy me
Flipping off the packs was Ye
Shrink wrap beast
Coming from the streets Southeast
Youngin moved out to the West
Sex on the beach
Nothing that I want is out of my reach
I'm not a fraud I'm gon live what I preach
Hundos and hundos and hundos in blue
I'm bout my grind
What about you

Blue pieces of paper
Fold em to a plane & let em fly
Spend my time up in the sky where the eagles glide
I need my paper blue, yeah
I need my paper blue
Blue pieces of paper
Fold em to a plane & let em fly
Spend my time up in the sky where the eagles glide
I need my paper blue, yeah
I need my paper blue

Haha
Paper blue, haha
Jackie Dope, Yero
Oh yeah, roll one up to this
Smoke one to this
Twist it up on top of one of those blue faces
Ya dig
I used to just go in my closet
And stick my hand, not even look
I'd just stick my hand in a whole bag of hundreds
And just walk to the mall and act stupid
It's a true story man
It's real shit, I ain't lying