Getting Paper 2 (feat. Nu Jerzey Devil & Yurok)

Yeah whoop

This is the remix man

I go by the name of Nu Jerzey Devil

Oh! Fo sho’

It’s your boy 4-6 man I’m out here with my boy Yurok

What up Smoke Dawg

Smoke Yurok and Iceberg Chasing the paper no days off

Popping all over the whole Globe, Benjamins Pounds and em Euros

Popping molly wildin’ like a motherfucker we blowing money we getting

10’s on 20’s on 50’s on 100’s and couple of bad bitches here freakin’

Russian kid, I’m in my zone, makin’ some bread and go home

Don’t even think about crossing my road If you try me I’m flashing the chrome

Weather is hot but my Clicquot is cool she taking the top off and jump in a pool

Getting this paper man fuck all the haters they silent when my click pull up to the room

I’ve always been on my shit, If you know me, you know that I’m lit

Haters be gossiping like fucking prostitutes I’ve never cared what the said

I’m minding my business, got trust issues checking my watch to know what time it is

Ya motherfuckers talking like bitches put your money where your mouth is

Getting paper, making money

Wiping asses with them big face hundreds huh

Flexing Benzes, playboy bunnies

Zoning all around the globe and we don’t give a fuck

Getting paper, making money

Wiping asses with them big face hundreds huh

Flexing Benzes, playboy bunnies

Zoning all around the globe and we don’t give a fuck

Jerz!

Fly ****, stay fitted we flick it up

From the bottom, the trenches, we still made it up

International Jerz somewhere in the cut

Maybe Prague with bitches not giving a fuck

We on that paper prowl, Hoes you trying to save em now

You know how my blicky blau, you smell how that sticky’s loud

Beach cruiser with 2 Glocks we blow through ya

Put 2 in your chest the rest in your medulla

We get the hitting and splitting any **** trippin’

Anybody can get it, any **** snitching

I’m from that hood where **** throwing up P’s Soo Woop

Gang bangers, dope dealers throwing C’s haa

Getting paper, making money

Wiping asses with them big face hundreds huh

Flexing Benzes, playboy bunnies

Zoning all around the globe and we don’t give a fuck

Getting paper, making money

Wiping asses with them big face hundreds huh

Flexing Benzes, playboy bunnies

Zoning all around the globe and we don’t give a fuck

It’s ya boy Y.U.R.O.K. Imma make sure we ok

Yeah you know the papers straight, yeah we on a paper chase

Just like the song say, yeah we chasing paper mane

We gotta go and get it all day takin’ no brakes

And yea we ain’t no fakes showing love not hate

This is not something I will debate Got em goin’ crazy

Coast to coast Golden state to that frozen place

But Russia ain’t a wasteland Keep something in my waistband

Do it with my dawg, what up smoke 4-6, any kind of odd

Now they wanna join the squad Yeah we getting cheddar man

Dem rubber bands around it and you know we really do it

These strippers they be drowning when we really do the movement