Paper Chasing
From the side where niggas die, glory to god I made it out
Got some niggas locked up in that clink and they can't make it out
Know some bitches fuckin for the riches, she just want some clout
Money getter, fuckin with my chicken, hit em in his mouth
Paper chasing, know this shit a race, Im coming out on top
I don't want no pussy bitch, all I really want is bop
We just cruising now
I ain't really fuckin with you niggas, I can't do it naa
Balling like I'm Penny, no more penny change, Im super proud
I'm rolling blunts filled with loud
Guns clapping like a strippers ass, 100 rounds
Aye, who that on that block? He look like he outta town
And why the plug be taxing, this boy think he Uncle Sam
I thought I told you watch these niggas cuz they ain't ya mans
And I just count my currency, smoking paper planes
Love the mary jane
I ain't talking James
Balling like I'm James
Talkin bout LeBron
Sauce you up like Harden
All this green no garden
All this drip no faucet
Pistol gripping cautious
I got these niggas nauseous
I got these niggas bloated, Im the shit, these niggas bogus
I swear to God, once Im up, Im gon feed the homeless
Lil bitch I trust myself
Call me Tino Tony
Pussy nigga phony
From the side where niggas die, glory to god I made it out
Got some niggas locked up in that clink and they can't make it out
Know some bitches fuckin for the riches, she just want some clout
Money getter, fuckin with my chicken, hit em in his mouth
Ha, It's SRTINO man
Shoutout all my niggas, rip all my niggas
Free all my niggas too
Yuh
T*no
Let's go
Damn
Got some niggas locked up in that clink and they can't make it out
Know some bitches fuckin for the riches, she just want some clout
Money getter, fuckin with my chicken, hit em in his mouth
Paper chasing, know this shit a race, Im coming out on top
I don't want no pussy bitch, all I really want is bop
We just cruising now
I ain't really fuckin with you niggas, I can't do it naa
Balling like I'm Penny, no more penny change, Im super proud
I'm rolling blunts filled with loud
Guns clapping like a strippers ass, 100 rounds
Aye, who that on that block? He look like he outta town
And why the plug be taxing, this boy think he Uncle Sam
I thought I told you watch these niggas cuz they ain't ya mans
And I just count my currency, smoking paper planes
Love the mary jane
I ain't talking James
Balling like I'm James
Talkin bout LeBron
Sauce you up like Harden
All this green no garden
All this drip no faucet
Pistol gripping cautious
I got these niggas nauseous
I got these niggas bloated, Im the shit, these niggas bogus
I swear to God, once Im up, Im gon feed the homeless
Lil bitch I trust myself
Call me Tino Tony
Pussy nigga phony
From the side where niggas die, glory to god I made it out
Got some niggas locked up in that clink and they can't make it out
Know some bitches fuckin for the riches, she just want some clout
Money getter, fuckin with my chicken, hit em in his mouth
Ha, It's SRTINO man
Shoutout all my niggas, rip all my niggas
Free all my niggas too
Yuh
T*no
Let's go
Damn
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Writer(s): Jordan Turner
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