Papercuts

Hit the mall, papercuts on my hands when I count these bands
Spend it all, got the Louis V belt holding up my pants
Ima' ball, ima' do what I want & you do what you can
Set it off, ain't lighting no blunt if it ain't got grams

Shorty said she like my style, when I check my page see a new bitch follow me
I ain't got time for the fake ass love, you can keep your fake apologies
Pulled up in a brand new whip with a brand new bitch my mamma proud of me
Turn heads when they peep my drip, got the haters sick and I don't mean allergies

No it ain't no allergies, lot of bad bitches surrounding me
Back when I ain't have shit, and they said I was clipped & they used to look down on me
Niggas say they want that smoke, take it as a joke cause they ducking & dodging me
Taking they bitch like a robbery, sitting at the top & she toppin' me

Hit the mall, papercuts on my hands when I count these bands
Spend it all, got the Louis V belt holding up my pants
Ima' ball, ima' do what I want & you do what you can
Set it off, ain't lighting no blunt if it ain't got grams

Shorty said she like my style, when I check my page see a new bitch follow me
I ain't got time for the fake ass love, you can keep your fake apologies
Pulled up in a brand new whip with a brand new bitch my mamma proud of me
Turn heads when they peep my drip, got the haters sick and I don't mean allergies



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Writer(s): Marcus Irving
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