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808's held down like a paperweight She just wanna come around but I made her wait Want my money, need it now, on a paperchase Make the bass blow out with the 808s, out with the 808s Down like a paperweight She just wanna come around but I made her wait Want my money, need it now, on a paperchase Make the bass blow out with the 808s, out with the 808s Wait, wait They just told me slow my drinkin' like the AA I just couldn't even answer with a straight face If he try to do me dirty, make his playmate vacate Took her to my place, eh Thinkin' how I'm pickin' a new lick up in the trap Kick it with the clique and keep on creepin' with the Gat Actin' on the Act', don't know how to act Some nigga jacked my shit and my bitch brought it right back It's like-like that way my dogs bite back Ay, my fabric cost your rent and I ain't check the price tag I might hijack a new iMac Boy, I'm 'bout, it 'bout it, try to push me, might snap I'm like-like that, I might sidetrack To pull up have you thot a bitch if she got a thigh gap It's like-like that, don't try to fight back My wrist is like a river, finna need a kayak 808's held down like a paperweight She just wanna come around but I made her wait Want my money, need it now, on a paperchase Make the bass blow out with the 808s, out with the 808s Down like a paperweight She just wanna come around but I made her wait Want my money, need it now, on a paperchase Make the bass blow out with the 808s, out with the 808s Down like a paperweight I'm just makin' my rounds like it's make or break I don't fuck with clowns, I don't play with fakes I'm just rollin' up loud like an 808, loud like an 808 Down like a paperweight I'm just makin' my rounds like it's make or break I don't fuck with clowns, I don't play with fakes I'm just rollin' up loud like an 808, loud like an 808 Get an eighth, medicate, cook a bomb and detonate I'm trappin' in the booth so put that right up on my resume I levitate, elevate, separate from any hate I'm smokin' on the Presidential, lookin' like the head of state I'm gettin' paid every day, gettin' laid every way My homies had to get away so pullin' as the getaway Your way, Chevrolet, upgrade, Escalade Still I'm movin' cautious, if I don't, they might interrogate Get an eighth, medicate, cook a bomb and detonate I'm trappin' in the booth so put that right up on my resume I let 'em hate, ventilate, penetrate they mental state Peep 'em from all angles, got 'em lookin' like the NSA Rep champ, heavyweight, your clan featherweight All I did was take a chance, you was just gon' hesitate Net worth, escalate, network, makin' plays When life would give me lemons, I'd put lean up in my lemonade I just threw some hunnids in the club like it's a bank Fuckin' up the function, need to fix it with a crank I been out here duckin' cops so what the fuck you think? I been yellin' "fuck the opps" and sprayin' like a tank Act' in all the drank, pack another stank My hustle been a struggle like I'm flexin' doin' planks Liquor with the link, spliffin' up the dank They said I went too crazy with the flow, I need a shrink Trees, low fees, yo' bitch up on her knees It's like I really be the King of this, I do as I please Cocaine keys, these Balmain jeans And I'm really 'bout to get it, not gon' stop by any means Real OGs, your bitch up on her knees It's like I'm really 'bout checks 'cause my Nikes don't crease Cocaine keys, these Balmain jeans And I'm really 'bout to get it, not gon' stop by any means
Writer(s): Jean-marc Villon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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