EIGHT
I need to feel to be real and this shii got feeling no rapper is better than this
Niggas are bugging i'm turning the rhythm to elegant lyrics and mellowing hits
You jokers can't fuck with our shi
We niggas that's trying get rich
When we get it we keeping that shii
Couldn't throw it away for a bitch
I've been giving you lyrical hits
While i'm taking these spiritual licks
Got my niggas whenever I dip
And you niggas can't fuck with our shii
I smoke enough
Counting the money is coming up
Money and power is not enough
Salute to the niggas that fuck with us
I smoke enough
Counting the money is coming up
Money and power is not enough
Salute to the niggas that fuck with us
Stack it up
Send me the rhythm I rap it up
Move in a vision to cashing up
My niggas we moving we catching up
Smoke enough
Catching up
It's coming up
Fuck with us
For the paper
Smoke enough
Catching up
It's coming up
Fuck with us
Smoke enough
Catching up
I smoke enough
Counting the money is coming up
Money and power is not enough
Salute to the niggas that fuck with us
Stack it up
Send me the rhythm I rap it up
Move in a vision to cashing up
My niggas we moving we catching up
(Shout out to the niggas)
Smoke enough
Counting up
It's coming up
Can't fuck with us
Stack It Up
It's coming up
Can't fuck with us
I Smoke enough
Counting The Money Is Coming Up
Money And power Is Not Enough
Salute To The Niggas That Fuck With Us
Stack it up
Send me the rhythm I rap it up
Move in a vision we cashing up
We niggas we move and we catching up (Shout out to the niggas)
I smoke enough
Counting the money is coming up
Money and power is not enough
Salute to the niggas that fuck with us
Stack it up
Send me the rhythm I rap it up
Move in a vision to cashing up
We niggas we moving we catching up
Stimulate
Mind, body, soul
Elevate
Grind my control
I can't
Doubt myself in a world where you only should trust in your own
Self-made self and I know
It's only a matter of time where the realest on the rise
And you gonna have to decide whether faking for the pennies and the riches is your vibe or your kind of shit
I lost friends to the devil's hypocrisies and schemes
I only started seeing everything at 19
Big dreams and you were a big dream from the start
Mercie -working isn't my ting
Unless its working for myself
Independent goal
Platinum starts my stats
Mama ain't work this hard from the village to the city just so I could be told 'bout my cash no
What you gon do
For the paper
Like Girl bye damn see you later
I need to Bounce that ball like the Lakers
Late night shift under taker
Like Yeaaah -baker
Slice that bread on the scrapper
Grind all day for data
Yeah ill do anything for the paper
What you gon do
For the paper
Like Girl bye damn see you later
I need to Bounce that ball like the Lakers
Late night shift under taker
Like Yeaaah -baker
Slice that bread on the scrapper
Grind all day for data
Yeah ill do anything for the paper
I'm gonna get this bag
So you can't ever talk back
I wanna do it my way
So that you'll never say
That I
Didn't grind
To get all of my cash
I Never looked back
Now you still confused
That I got all this bread
Stacks that never end
For the Paper
I need my paper
Can I get my paper
Give me back my paper
For the Paper
I need my paper
Can I get my paper
Give me back my paper
Niggas are bugging i'm turning the rhythm to elegant lyrics and mellowing hits
You jokers can't fuck with our shi
We niggas that's trying get rich
When we get it we keeping that shii
Couldn't throw it away for a bitch
I've been giving you lyrical hits
While i'm taking these spiritual licks
Got my niggas whenever I dip
And you niggas can't fuck with our shii
I smoke enough
Counting the money is coming up
Money and power is not enough
Salute to the niggas that fuck with us
I smoke enough
Counting the money is coming up
Money and power is not enough
Salute to the niggas that fuck with us
Stack it up
Send me the rhythm I rap it up
Move in a vision to cashing up
My niggas we moving we catching up
Smoke enough
Catching up
It's coming up
Fuck with us
For the paper
Smoke enough
Catching up
It's coming up
Fuck with us
Smoke enough
Catching up
I smoke enough
Counting the money is coming up
Money and power is not enough
Salute to the niggas that fuck with us
Stack it up
Send me the rhythm I rap it up
Move in a vision to cashing up
My niggas we moving we catching up
(Shout out to the niggas)
Smoke enough
Counting up
It's coming up
Can't fuck with us
Stack It Up
It's coming up
Can't fuck with us
I Smoke enough
Counting The Money Is Coming Up
Money And power Is Not Enough
Salute To The Niggas That Fuck With Us
Stack it up
Send me the rhythm I rap it up
Move in a vision we cashing up
We niggas we move and we catching up (Shout out to the niggas)
I smoke enough
Counting the money is coming up
Money and power is not enough
Salute to the niggas that fuck with us
Stack it up
Send me the rhythm I rap it up
Move in a vision to cashing up
We niggas we moving we catching up
Stimulate
Mind, body, soul
Elevate
Grind my control
I can't
Doubt myself in a world where you only should trust in your own
Self-made self and I know
It's only a matter of time where the realest on the rise
And you gonna have to decide whether faking for the pennies and the riches is your vibe or your kind of shit
I lost friends to the devil's hypocrisies and schemes
I only started seeing everything at 19
Big dreams and you were a big dream from the start
Mercie -working isn't my ting
Unless its working for myself
Independent goal
Platinum starts my stats
Mama ain't work this hard from the village to the city just so I could be told 'bout my cash no
What you gon do
For the paper
Like Girl bye damn see you later
I need to Bounce that ball like the Lakers
Late night shift under taker
Like Yeaaah -baker
Slice that bread on the scrapper
Grind all day for data
Yeah ill do anything for the paper
What you gon do
For the paper
Like Girl bye damn see you later
I need to Bounce that ball like the Lakers
Late night shift under taker
Like Yeaaah -baker
Slice that bread on the scrapper
Grind all day for data
Yeah ill do anything for the paper
I'm gonna get this bag
So you can't ever talk back
I wanna do it my way
So that you'll never say
That I
Didn't grind
To get all of my cash
I Never looked back
Now you still confused
That I got all this bread
Stacks that never end
For the Paper
I need my paper
Can I get my paper
Give me back my paper
For the Paper
I need my paper
Can I get my paper
Give me back my paper
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Masondo
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