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When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters They standin' in line, they all suffer from vapors I got me a ghost, I took off the tint Bitch look at my face, I'm a grown ass man I'm buying real estate and I'm buildin' my plans Can't name a realer place, goin' gram for gram And all the killas hate, know who the fuck I am Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games I'm talking trigga plate never safe for lames Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case My lawyers goin hard, a nigga versus the state Just bought another car, had to drop that top For 200 dollars, she'll suck that cock Cause when you seen with me I'm a up that stock I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most Greenhouse on the couch, nigga seeing me toast Niggas makin' the threats, you could put 'em on Twitter But out of respect I handle mine like a killer I'm runnin' the city like a pair of new J's Maybe the [?] in the luggage, I got these hoes in a daze Pan America raised, sippin Cir'c lemonade Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straignt In the back of the ghost, I can't hear no whispers In the back of your mind you wanna be that nigga Aus Songtexte Mania