What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

No, your man not — he a runner up

He ain’t gettin’ no bucks, I’ma run it up

How he ain’t got no dub? I’m a hundred up

How he ain’t got no funds? Get your hustle up

V8 ridin’ smooth but I might pull up Beamer coupe

I know some Bloods and I know Crips, but I ain’t claiming either group

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

I’m tryna run it up

Give a fuck ’bout nothing but adding up digits

On the way, know I’m coming up

You can tell by the way that I’m living, I’m running through bitches

I’m in Miami right now in the BnB shooting a movie but now I’m just vibin’

Way I be working you’d think it was three of me — I swear I gotta get rich or die tryin’

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

What you gonn’ do for that paper, for that mother fuckin’ money

I’m tryna run it up