Tryna Get This Paper

Yeah know we in the bitch nigga
Know we thumbing through them BandAidz all season
Izzat BandAid Muzik you either getting money
Or you get the fuck from around nigga
Know what I'm saying

I done took a lot of losses trying to get this paper
You ain't chasing BandAidz ima see you later
You just gotta understand I'm all out of favors
Every strap a nigga get gotta have a laser
Why the fuck you cross me out when I had your back
Had me going house to house dressed in all black
Bitch I'm trying to move forward don't bring up the past
Had two hundred on the dash had to smash the gas

Me and BP shooting dice in class
Eyes red but I still did my work in class
Ima get the calculator let me do the math
Chilling with a meth head keep making me laugh
She gone tell you all about it I ain't gotta brag
I forty-five spent some hours with the bag
Know the laws they be hotter than the devil man
I just pray we make it safe and get it gone fast

Sitting in the county jail wasn't that bad
Kept my head up came up with a better plan
When they let me out this bitch ima get them bands
She done gave up on me can't even be mad
Never got to have a conversation with my dad
At first I never care now that shit sad
Ima need that blue title cause I got the cash
Only way you talking to me we exchanging cash

You so focused on the past I'm leaving you behind
Bitch I'm trying to get this M all I know is grind
All I know is tell the truth I'll never lie
Ima just keep it a thousand and let you decide
Know the Lord gone bless me I done paid my tithes
I ain't drop no dimes and I'm still outside
I ain't got no pride if it's tears in my eyes best believe I cried

Know my worth and I just cannot let you disappoint me
You ain't asking me for nothing get everything from me
Ima BandAid Bandit turn none to some
Swear I got it out the mud gone be a good summer
Thinking she gone play me she couldn't be no dumber
Thinking he gone play me end up in a dumpster
Stay away from sucker shit watch that money come
Yeah scan them price tags baby add it up

Walking out the mall with a trash bag
Had so many bags gave me a trash bag
Ima put this bitch in sport race this black Jag
He ain't know this was a Porsche I done left his ass
Back and forth with the plug we be playing tag
Face said thirty years if they hit that stash

I done took a lot of losses trying to get this paper
You ain't chasing BandAidz ima see you later
You just gotta understand I'm all out of favors
Every strap a nigga get gotta have a laser
Why the fuck you cross me out when I had your back
Had me going house to house dressed in all black
Bitch I'm trying to move forward don't bring up the past
Had two hundred on the dash had to smash the gas

Yeah you already know what the fuck going on
You gotta take some losses that shit come with getting paper
You know what I'm saying but shit
Long as you stay away from sucker shit you feel me
You gone minimize the losses you know what I'm saying
Fuck these niggas fuck these bitches too you feel me
Keep your circle tight yeah
Get that money nigga put yo bread first yeah yeah