Yeah
Paper on me I got these- (Yeah)
Bitch said she wanna fuck, so I told her, "Show up to the spot"
Tryna play a me like a lame, I'm not
Going back and forth 'bout shit
I'ma just count my guap (Yeah, ah)
Swear that I ain't gon' save it
Smoke going to the brain now
You played, you thought it was a game now
Mhm, cash, all I think about
??? mad, you niggas don't even know half
I was just down bad, on my ass, now, my diamonds so clean
Whip, huh fast
Dripped out in Céline
Used to rock Ralph Lauren polo tees, then I upgrade my swag, and started stepping on niggas
So many cameras on niggas
Woulda thought we was a band or some' nigga
So many hammers on niggas, my niggas
You know I walked in with my niggas
I just took a flight, I just made six figures
Can't fuck with these groupie bitches, or these gold diggers
Jumping off the wall, I just hit the damn ceiling
Paper on me I got these- (Yeah)
Bitch said she wanna fuck, so I told her, "Show up to the spot"
Tryna play a me like a lame, I'm not (No)
Going back and forth 'bout shit
I'ma just count my guap (Yeah, ah)
Swear that I ain't gon' save it
Smoke going to the brain now
You played, you thought it was a game now
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