Show Something (feat. T-Bird & Inspectah Deck)

I'm paper chasing

I see the vapors in their faces

King of hearts playing with aces

You a joker, looking like a smoker

Saying you a hustler, looking like a customer

Don't discuss with us, conversation on the phone

Slow grind, on my own

Nobody tell if my shit ain't known

So I doubt they ever catch me with the work and the chrome

Try school a lil homie, don't put dirt in your home

'Fore you have them alphabet boys searching your home

Graduations from the game

Lacerations on my brain, can't explain, think I'm going insane

You want change, need a couple dollars

So I think change add up to a couple dollars

So I hustle harder, I plus the revolver

Plus I'll leave your face like a pumpkinhead carver

If it ain't about paper, then it ain't about nothing

**** say he getting bread, show some, show some

If it ain't about paper, then it ain't about nothing

**** say he getting bread, show some, show some

When you see me on the Ave, I can see why they mad

I'm doing good, they doing bad, 'cause they ain't getting no bread

Since time is money, my money is time

But some **** ain't built for the grind

Everything that glitters ain't gold

But you know you can't tell a **** nothing

So I guess he gotta learn on his own

I'm all about getting paper, but I watch them haters

If you ain't part of my team, then you gets no favors

And beggars can't be choosers, and winners cannot be losers

Hating ****'ll try to do you, so I shoot with the shooters

Get 'em, get 'em, we hot

Taylor ran up in the spot

I got his back with a Glock

Yeah I don't really wanna pop

This year's a new year, my **** getting money even on leap year

I'm telling y'all **** y'all can't eat here

If it ain't about paper, then it ain't about nothing

**** say he getting bread, show some, show some

If it ain't about paper, then it ain't about nothing

**** say he getting bread, show some, show some

When you see me on the Ave, I can see why they mad

I'm doing good, they doing bad, 'cause they ain't getting no bread

I say money, cash, cream, dinero

Get it how you get it, my figures are six zeros

Strip to strip, I get my work in brick for brick

Big Tymer, ****, stick your trick

Sick fruity colored kicks, movie star chicks

Click like a dominatrix with chains and whips

Yeah yeah, if it's money I'm there

And I ain't worried 'bout a thing, I'm

Like, "let me find something to wear"

I ain't needy but I'm greedy, I was told to take it

This the real me, you don't fake it 'til you make it

I'm a hands-on ****, let me touch something

Steady hood hustling with the semi tucked, stunting

Cash rules everything, don't stop, get it get it

Long as you know the repercussions come with it

I'm in it to the limit, stacking for them later days

Living like Usain Bolt on the paper chase

If it ain't about paper, then it ain't about nothing

**** say he getting bread, show some, show some

If it ain't about paper, then it ain't about nothing

**** say he getting bread, show some, show some

When you see me on the Ave, I can see why they mad

I'm doing good, they doing bad, 'cause they ain't getting no bread