Abundance (feat. Mem0)
Imma Paper chaser, they say I'm hot, I'm on fire
You know what it is
Til the moment I expire, I handle my biz
We made something outta nothing
Our pockets get big
I be with my nigga Deuce, n I must be ace
I roll a blunt for every bump in your dirty face
Today don't ask me how I'm doing, yeah I'm okay
N if I won't, you probably wouldn't know what else to say
Cut to the chase hoe, what you need, cuz time is money
In this quarter I'm stone cold with the profits stunning
Wanna throw it in your face n tell you that it's nothin
Wanna throw this in your face n tell you that it's nothin
Because it's nothinHow you doubted
Now you say you proud of,
Me and the money that I'm making bet you want a dollar
You cant hold shit I enabled one too many people
Focused on me n my baby it's showtime like regal
Show your worth or show me that it's cheaper not to keep you
It won't be equal, 60/40 show where I can meet you
The way I'm sittin' on this money it get pins n needles
Now shorty toxic send her streets like the beetles
My grandma told me l, you have not because you ask not
So I ask the lord for strength to get out bad spots
And I don't need more, but I have the need to conquer what I see
Roll up my degree, with Reggie leaves that what it mean to me
And that's just the real, I swim with sharks it ain't no navy seal
You can crop out all the fake but you can't fade the real
And I shine the light n lead the way I'm coming like a train
Rode the number 2, but I'm number one get the fuck out the way
All I gotta say
We just in the spotlight, that's for real
Goin' straight to the top, yea, that's for real
Wait just til we drop, we might cop a deal
We just in the spot like, that's for real
At yo head, thats shots, I don't need a chaser
I don't got no time, i'm a paper chaser
Steppin' out of line, i'm cuttin' no razor
Go 'head take that L, you rock and i'm paper
Niggas hatin' on the low, i don't got no time for that
I just need some big racks and this designer bag
Told that bitch get out my phone, decline - erase her
I don't got no time i'm chasin' paper
I don't got no time i'm chasin' paper
I don't got no time
I don't got no time
I don't got no...
You know what it is
Til the moment I expire, I handle my biz
We made something outta nothing
Our pockets get big
I be with my nigga Deuce, n I must be ace
I roll a blunt for every bump in your dirty face
Today don't ask me how I'm doing, yeah I'm okay
N if I won't, you probably wouldn't know what else to say
Cut to the chase hoe, what you need, cuz time is money
In this quarter I'm stone cold with the profits stunning
Wanna throw it in your face n tell you that it's nothin
Wanna throw this in your face n tell you that it's nothin
Because it's nothinHow you doubted
Now you say you proud of,
Me and the money that I'm making bet you want a dollar
You cant hold shit I enabled one too many people
Focused on me n my baby it's showtime like regal
Show your worth or show me that it's cheaper not to keep you
It won't be equal, 60/40 show where I can meet you
The way I'm sittin' on this money it get pins n needles
Now shorty toxic send her streets like the beetles
My grandma told me l, you have not because you ask not
So I ask the lord for strength to get out bad spots
And I don't need more, but I have the need to conquer what I see
Roll up my degree, with Reggie leaves that what it mean to me
And that's just the real, I swim with sharks it ain't no navy seal
You can crop out all the fake but you can't fade the real
And I shine the light n lead the way I'm coming like a train
Rode the number 2, but I'm number one get the fuck out the way
All I gotta say
We just in the spotlight, that's for real
Goin' straight to the top, yea, that's for real
Wait just til we drop, we might cop a deal
We just in the spot like, that's for real
At yo head, thats shots, I don't need a chaser
I don't got no time, i'm a paper chaser
Steppin' out of line, i'm cuttin' no razor
Go 'head take that L, you rock and i'm paper
Niggas hatin' on the low, i don't got no time for that
I just need some big racks and this designer bag
Told that bitch get out my phone, decline - erase her
I don't got no time i'm chasin' paper
I don't got no time i'm chasin' paper
I don't got no time
I don't got no time
I don't got no...
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Carey
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