My whole crew's platinum, quick to draw down with magnums

We ain't duckin' when the guns start blastin'

What's happenin', West Coast rollin', Benjamin's foldin'

**** bank account's holdin' more loot than the Jews

And I just stepped fresh up out some county blues

Had me all on the news 'cause I'm gettin' my paper

And my goal in life now is livin' it major

Poppin' Cristal, champagne, hit the Navi' with the blow brains

Leavin' my mansion up in Spokane

The dope game was lovely

I'm with the flip Rolos and drop Benjis when they plug me

Now all the haters wanna mug me

'Cause I'm AMG, Kit-Kat-ing on some dub sneaks

But fuck them tricks 'cause they haters

And stick out like sore thumbs around players

All I wanna do is get my paper straight

Rollo pavés, sideways out the gate

Luxury livin', baddest women and I'm straight

Back up with them flames, bitch, I'm paper made

All I wanna do is get my paper straight

Rollo pavés, sideways out the gate

Luxury livin', baddest women and I'm straight

Back up with them flames, bitch, I'm paper made

I still scream, "Fuck the world," 'til my casket drop

I give a fuck about parole and these bastard cops

Did you see me on TV caught with two Glocks and a P?

'Cause some bitch **** snitched on me down in Cincinnati

I bet the bitch thought he had me, ain't that a bitch?

How **** trip, that **** must've been smokin' that cavy

I won't rest until my Navi' **** get him

Run up in him, hit him with a blade up off in his kidney

And leave him face down, real **** don't play around

Paralyze that motherfucker from the waist down

'Cause he's a bitch, turn snitch on the next ****

On sight, I'm takin' his life with the TEC trigger

Ain't give a fuck about his kids

'Cause he didn't give a fuck about mine while I was servin' my bid

I knew he was a flunky, punk **** dressed like a junkie

Runnin' around with a pound of bunk weed

All I wanna do is get my paper straight

Rollo pavés, sideways out the gate

Luxury livin', baddest women and I'm straight

Back up with them flames, bitch, I'm paper made

All I wanna do is get my paper straight

Rollo pavés, sideways out the gate

Luxury livin', baddest women and I'm straight

Back up with them flames, bitch, I'm paper made

See, I'm all about the cash, fool, blast to get a mill'

And to keep it real, fool, I hold court in the streets, fuck a deal

Wanna see me cuffed and stuffed in the backseat of a cop car

When I got juice and pull more strings on a guitar than a rock star

Copped hard by the QP, wanna do me down like a doobie

Straight haters is what you fools be

Hangin' off my balls like doobies

.223'S dumped out of trees is how we do these

Enemies wanna be W.C.'d down like my groupies

Pack heaters, nothin' less than nine millimeters

Bulletproof vest down in the Bimmer

Hit 'em up when we meet 'em, then street sweep 'em

We don't need 'em, that ****'s a bitch like RuPaul

When we finish with his ass, he'll be soaked like blue balls

We some murderers, haven't ya heard of a straight killer?

All black gorillas on a mad mission to get the millas

Y'all best to feel me, a motherfuckin' real G

In this shit, paper made 'til they kill me, kill me

All I wanna do is get my paper straight

Rollo pavés, sideways out the gate

Luxury livin', baddest women and I'm straight

Back up with them flames, bitch, I'm paper made

All I wanna do is get my paper straight

Rollo pavés, sideways out the gate

Luxury livin', baddest women and I'm straight