Send 'Em My Way (feat. TNT Kenya & BoutPaperMasey)
Bitch
Bout Paper
Bout Bands
The motherfucking label nigga yeah
Bet
Let's get it
I do
I got a pound on me in the booth right now
Let's go
You know a nigga widda pack
Send him ma way fuck a mask
Hoe better come widda back
Send me the lo in advance
You know I'm serving da city I pull up wherever just send me da order
She told me play with her kitty she pulled out her camera she trynna record us
They cannot afford us we never bargain it's either you pay or you don't
He think he a rapper he got a new bezzle just hope that it came with the chrome
Nigga talking that shit it's irrelevant
We might spin on yo block for the hell of it
Put that boy in the sky like he heaven sent
I got money that's older than Jefferson's
She told me pull up ain't nobody home say she got a man but she wanna leave the Dude
I'm fucking her friend from the back I pull out the racks she begging to see the proof
I'm sipping on mud no beer
I'm sipping that muddy put Fanta with passion
I step on the block and they copy the fashion
Margiela Dior be the name of my jacket I feel like the man when I pick up a package
I pick up the phone if it's money that's calling
Broski was trapping when we was performing
The shit that they rapping we really was doing
I'm on the block making my own flips
Still fucking a grown bitch
I'm sipping on dirty might pour me a whole six
But she getting no sips
She getting nothing not even a 2 piecer
Can't kick it lil bitch I don't do fifa
Killed all the opps we like who breathing
Just pray that they give us a new reason
Deez niggas don't know shit I been getting money since probably 06
Them niggas ain't on shit we been had It popping before our songs hit bitch
You know a nigga widda pack
Send him ma way fuck a mask
Hoe better come widda back
Send me the lo in advance
You know I'm serving da city I pull up wherever just send me da order
She told me play with her kitty she pulled out her camera she trynna record us
They cannot afford us we never bargain it's either you pay or you don't
He think he a rapper he got a new bezzle just hope that it came with the chrome
Nigga talking that shit it's irrelevant
We might spin on yo block for the hell of it
Put that boy in the sky like he heaven sent
I got money that's older than Jefferson's
Bout Paper
Bout Bands
The motherfucking label nigga yeah
Bet
Let's get it
I do
I got a pound on me in the booth right now
Let's go
You know a nigga widda pack
Send him ma way fuck a mask
Hoe better come widda back
Send me the lo in advance
You know I'm serving da city I pull up wherever just send me da order
She told me play with her kitty she pulled out her camera she trynna record us
They cannot afford us we never bargain it's either you pay or you don't
He think he a rapper he got a new bezzle just hope that it came with the chrome
Nigga talking that shit it's irrelevant
We might spin on yo block for the hell of it
Put that boy in the sky like he heaven sent
I got money that's older than Jefferson's
She told me pull up ain't nobody home say she got a man but she wanna leave the Dude
I'm fucking her friend from the back I pull out the racks she begging to see the proof
I'm sipping on mud no beer
I'm sipping that muddy put Fanta with passion
I step on the block and they copy the fashion
Margiela Dior be the name of my jacket I feel like the man when I pick up a package
I pick up the phone if it's money that's calling
Broski was trapping when we was performing
The shit that they rapping we really was doing
I'm on the block making my own flips
Still fucking a grown bitch
I'm sipping on dirty might pour me a whole six
But she getting no sips
She getting nothing not even a 2 piecer
Can't kick it lil bitch I don't do fifa
Killed all the opps we like who breathing
Just pray that they give us a new reason
Deez niggas don't know shit I been getting money since probably 06
Them niggas ain't on shit we been had It popping before our songs hit bitch
You know a nigga widda pack
Send him ma way fuck a mask
Hoe better come widda back
Send me the lo in advance
You know I'm serving da city I pull up wherever just send me da order
She told me play with her kitty she pulled out her camera she trynna record us
They cannot afford us we never bargain it's either you pay or you don't
He think he a rapper he got a new bezzle just hope that it came with the chrome
Nigga talking that shit it's irrelevant
We might spin on yo block for the hell of it
Put that boy in the sky like he heaven sent
I got money that's older than Jefferson's
Credits
Writer(s): Allan Olao
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