PAPERTAGS

Yeah

Ain't got shit to lose man I just need that fucking cash

Little shorty trying to fuck cause I ran up a bag

I'm right off the lot this shit brand new got paper tags

I just sold that **** middy mid and best believe I taxed yeah

I smoke all my pain away and focus on the racks

Your bitch liking all my pics I got these hating **** mad

They want to be just like me but they can't cause them boys trash

Shit hit hard like 808s I be mobbing state to state

Told that bitch to wait she can not stay up at my place (get out)

She fade away put that bitch on layaway

I go super saiyan' feel like tato mate

I been eating good feel like I'm gaining weight

Me and my gang like major Payne

Bro popped a perk now he going insane

She off the lizzy that real Louis lane

I smoke the gas it go straight to my brain

They tried to lock up my brother four L It's fuck 12

Cause them **** just want to get they way

You don't know what it feel like when your **** get locked

In a cell boy that shit is real pain

But it's

Fuck them boys bro beat the case

Off this gas I'm outer space

How you feeling? Feeling great

If she bad I fuck her face

I drive fast on interstates I just take off hoe

Yeah that little bitch way badder when she take off clothes

I can't hang with them boys they ain't friends

Man they just fucking foes (they fucking fake)

I'm just trying to stack it get my paper though

Kicking in like swat kicking in your door

In god I'm a trust I could never fold

This that type of shit that fuck around

make you knock heavens doors

This that type of shit that's everyday like I got 7 hoes

Pray to god like everyday I sell out shows

I can't trust no sneaky bitch can't trust no sell-out hoe

They keep asking how I'm doing? Doing well

Got gas in my little Louie bag peep the smell

In the strip club throwing hella ones

Light year feel like buzz

My shit empty told her fill my cup

Ain't got shit to lose man I just need that fucking cash

Little shorty trying to fuck cause I ran up a bag

I'm right off the lot this shit brand new got paper tags

I just sold that **** middy mid and best believe I taxed yeah

I smoke all my pain away and focus on the racks

Your bitch liking all my pics I got these hating **** mad

They want to be just like me but they can't cause them boys trash

Shit hit hard like 808s I be mobbing state to state