Paper

They say money make the world go round yeah
Dat same money make ya girl go down yeah
The love of money is the root of all evil
That ain't true for all people
Make as much as you need to yeah
Long as the outcome is income
Boy I'm tryna make a fortune and then some
Why do you think she give you pussy when the rain calm
Niggas ho's for abortions and then come
Time fly's but how much them flights
And can you put ya seat back when you reach them heights
Do dey got first class wit the drinks on ice
Yeah I can sing all night bout this thing called life yeah
These words hit different when the beat drops
When you were on your last dollar and your heat stop
When you see a homeless nigga on ya street block
Who was posta make it to the league but his knee popped
Damn, I can't make that up
I'm tryna save face but even Mac can't make that up
Ain't no lashes ain't no blush that can tape that up
They shake they asses in the club then tell em rake that up yee!

Going hard never know where it take us
But this is what dreams are made of
Die when it's all
For the Paper
Going hard never know where it take us
But this is what dreams are made of
Die when it's all
For the Paper

Back when Pac did thug life
Most of my niggaz they was dealing in the drug life
I know some women they been living for a love life
Lemonades turning into lemons baby love life
Now she twerk for likes
And look at me I'm the first to write a comment
You give the worst advice
Cause in your captions you influence girls to work at night
But you know dey ain't built like you
Cause you got a high IQ
You makin dollars just to put you through school
That's the real things that make you cute girl

So cute girl
Damn you cute
Cute girl ooooh
You know that it's true
They wanna be you
Baby you know it's true

Going hard never know where it take us
But this is what dreams are made of
Die when it's all
For the Paper