Counting This Paper

Nah ya can't sit at this table
And nah ian doing no favors
Last time I did favors
The nicca didn't pay me my paper
And on my momma
The nicca get shot this summer
My city a jungle we like jumanji
I don't give a fuh about hos
Majority of em funkies junkies
Blunt monkeys
Counting money keep it Thumbing
Them hos gon come
Being broke I know it's trauma
Money flowing in like a tsunami
Nigga but you shoulda paid me my homage

Nah ya can't sit at this table
Fuh getting sign GOG my label
Them hos gon to dog ya
Long as they know you ain't stable
Fuh all of that get paper
Stack that shh thank me later
Nicca can't sit at my table
If ying ready to die about it
Mayne i probably hated school
But i loved mathematics
Fuh these lil nasty lil hos
They probably need antibiotics
Yeah yeah mayne go get ya paper
Half of these hos be dumb
Nicca dropped outta college



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Writer(s): Jean Market
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