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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Damien Aubrey
Songwriter
Sultan Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Traxamillion
Producer
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Paper-heavy, paper-heavy
Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you?
Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early
Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser
When they hang up my jersey that's a 36
I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks
They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks
I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit
Couple niggas try, couple don't survive
Championship rings, one to all the guys
You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised?
You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied
Paper-heavy, paper-heavy
Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him
Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers
All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother
Gotti, where you been, where you been?
I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens
I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends
I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge
Paper-heavy, paper-heavy
Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you?
Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early
Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser
When they hang up my jersey that's a 36
I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks
They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks
I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Sultan Haneef Banks
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