AR the Prophet - Paper Paper Lyrics

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Get money f*ck them haters
If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Dog by any means necessary I Need those chips
So if you got it good
It better be straight
Time is money ask Flava Flav
I'm craving cake and I cannot Wait
Money on my mind like lil Wayne
Copping things to have some Change
Mary Jane to candy cane
Ecstasy or heroin
Money flipped and game Exchanged
And I do anything to get this Cash
Shit I'm just tryna eat like Tristan off The Ave
Or to be Paid In Full
Like Mitch and Ace
All y'all cats got time to waste When is money to be made
Cuz I won't stop till a hundred M's in the safe
Hundred guns in the place
Hundred goons in ya face
Yes let's get one thing straight You talking bout money lets Conversant
This fedi don't need no Translation man
These Grant's and Benjamin's Done touched a many hands
But never mind that
Who's hands did they end up in
Yeah mine
AR I'm the go to man
I'm a ultimate hustler
Get the cash f*ck haters bruh I
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This for my paper chasers
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This for my money makers
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This for them money makers
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Get money f*ck them haters
Let's get it
I was getting money young age Flipping the cash
No matter what I did I had weed In the stash
I was seventeen with cuties in a Cheeto's bag
I don't mean to brag but you Mean to hate
If it's a dice game shake em up I'm out of the gate
Hitting seven or eleven then I Pick up the cake
If you a paper chasing playa then The grind don't wait
This for my money making Niggaz who be up all night
Posted up under that same street Light
In them same G Nike's
And to the brauds that be Strutting that shit
Back and forth jumping whip to whip
I feel you girl get them chips
Off brands gotta hustle too
Just to pay that rent
If it illegal or it's legal then There's paper to get
I ain't trippin
I ain't slippin
I ain't studying you tricks
Get a whiff of this
Doctors don't prescribe this
A prescription from the Pharmacy
Won't get you this drug
I'm getting money in the slums And I'm standing alone
Leave me alone I'm in my money Making zone
My paper comes from the block
I never sold from my home
See
That's where you f*cked up
And niggaz keep testing they Luck with me
Tryna bet twenty dollars please
Put up a couple stacks if you Wanna battle me
I need paper playa
Paper chasing in my veins
So holla at me later
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