$Trip$
Running low on strips then I hit a liq
She gon smash the team she tryna get rich
Bitches on my dick tryna take a pic
Choppa with a drum they call that a stick
I be In the trap tryna make a move
I be with the pack flipping out the coupe
Niggas they just rap that's not what they do
I been In the trap that's old news
Tryna come up off rap tryna make a move
I be pouring up lean till it make me snooze
Pussy nigga try me bet he gonna lose
Have a fuck nigga all on the news
I be on the block like a lineman
Catch me making plays like a heisman
I been in the field like a sign man
I been had racks I ain't signed man
I'm just paper chasin bitch I'm chasin paper
Homie stop the hating you ain't chasin paper
I be racin to the money like a damn race
Broke ass nigga I'm in first place
I ain't gotta rap I'm just speak my mind
And I ain't gotta trap I'm just slanging lines
And I ain't gotta jack bitch I'm taking mines
Blowing out her back but I ain't make her mines
Tryna steal the sauce gotta pay the fine
Drip in my walk but I ain't spend a dime
I know I'm gonna make it cause I seen the signs
Time is money little nigga and you outta time
She gon smash the team she tryna get rich
Bitches on my dick tryna take a pic
Choppa with a drum they call that a stick
I be In the trap tryna make a move
I be with the pack flipping out the coupe
Niggas they just rap that's not what they do
I been In the trap that's old news
Tryna come up off rap tryna make a move
I be pouring up lean till it make me snooze
Pussy nigga try me bet he gonna lose
Have a fuck nigga all on the news
I be on the block like a lineman
Catch me making plays like a heisman
I been in the field like a sign man
I been had racks I ain't signed man
I'm just paper chasin bitch I'm chasin paper
Homie stop the hating you ain't chasin paper
I be racin to the money like a damn race
Broke ass nigga I'm in first place
I ain't gotta rap I'm just speak my mind
And I ain't gotta trap I'm just slanging lines
And I ain't gotta jack bitch I'm taking mines
Blowing out her back but I ain't make her mines
Tryna steal the sauce gotta pay the fine
Drip in my walk but I ain't spend a dime
I know I'm gonna make it cause I seen the signs
Time is money little nigga and you outta time
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Writer(s): Christopher Rios
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