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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phonte
Phonte
Vocals
P. Coleman
P. Coleman
Vocals
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
Armad "Bam" Davis
Armad "Bam" Davis
Keyboards
Dolla Boy
Dolla Boy
Vocals
Gerald Cloyd
Gerald Cloyd
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Conyers
Earl Conyers
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Denaun Porter
Denaun Porter
Songwriter
Phonte Coleman
Phonte Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Porter
Mr. Porter
Producer
Ben Allen
Ben Allen
Recording Engineer
Finis White
Finis White
Recording Engineer
Terrence Cash
Terrence Cash
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Justin Trawick
Justin Trawick
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Miller
Mike Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I got money, lots of jewels and fancy cars (they say I'm wrong)
But, baby, don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
Paid my dues, and now I cruise with movie stars (they say I'm wrong)
But, baby, don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
They wanna know where my name from, where I came from
Where I florian Champagne dunn
Arm and hammer grammar, campaign on it
Propane slang, put the flame on it
I was so hungry, I could eat a house
Then shit it out, 'til I figured out a different route
I'm tryna get clout, cash and a black-card
So now even my pool got a backyard
Now it's time to fast-forward, speed up the process
I'm so fresh, I could fuck her off my outfit
Ridin' in the cockpit, ridin' with the top back
Ridin' on some butt-nicks, ridin' they say, "What's that?"
A fancy car
Or a big tit, I hang with the stars
I got money, lots of jewels and fancy cars (they say I'm wrong)
But baby, don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
Paid my dues, and now I cruise with movie stars (they say I'm wrong)
But baby, don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
Life as a trap star, switched to a rap star
Livin' on the fast lane, like I'm in a Nascar
Switched up the game on 'em, keep it in the carry-on
Out of state travelin, traffickin'
Travelin' to Golden Isle, fuckin' with the Africans
Two g's less what averagin', averagin'
Don't blame me baby, I'm just my daddy's son
Know when he shot off, didn't think that I'll be shot out
Or show-off who show out and showboat when hoes out
Who know 'bout them know 'bouts, once in ain't no outs?
My buddy had the block lockdown, it was his
Now he in the cellblock lock doin ten
It's bad for the biz, but still we gotta get cheese
Butchu don't care about that, you just care about me
You don't wanna hold dough, you just wanna hold me
But shawty when you hold me, you hold me for me
It can't be 'cause
I got money, lots of jewels and fancy cars (they say I'm wrong)
But baby, don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
Paid my dues, and now I cruise with movie stars (they say I'm wrong)
But, baby, don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
It's all about the riches, nuttin' else
You want it; go get it; strive for the best
I drink from the top shelf, flights in the first class
Hunnid on the freeway, hope a **** don't crash
'Cause if I might, I'm gon' miss my play comin' thew' tonight
Twenty-fo' for them hoes, fangs hope they bite
But, in spite, we love life
Started from the bottom on the way to the top
From ashy, to classy, to flashy
Money is my motivation that moves me
I feel good, I'm just tryna do me!
And if thangs right tonight, I might do three
'Cause last night, I did two, who?
Sanaa Lathan, Gabrielle Union
I'm just foolin'; I paid my dues, and I live like the movies
I got money, lots of jewels and fancy cars (they say I'm wrong)
But, baby, don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
Paid my dues, and now I cruise with movie stars (they say I'm wrong)
But, baby, don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
"**** act, like they can't see what another **** been through
And don't give 'em no credit for surviving his battles
But I say, fuck 'em, look at me now bitches!
Written by: Denaun Porter, Earl Conyers, P. Coleman, Tauheed Epps
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