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(Trapboy3k) Yeah, yeah Still be sippin' this shit when it's foreign cars and shit, ayy (313 Mafia) Paperwork party (I'm good on the paperwork nigga) Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Paperwork party (Paperwork party) Paperwork party (Paperwork party) I'm good on the paperwork (I'm good) Wake up out a lean coma, go straight to work (There) Nigga, crack the seal for me, let me taste it first (Let me taste it) Nigga, blow that shit, I never seen a money truck chase a hearse (On my life) Shit fucked up for him, he'll snatch a purse I was just talkin' to the broker, tryna snatch a vert (I was tryin) Cuz told me stop rappin', but the rappin' work He was tryna put me on game how the vacuum work (I get it) I don't wanna party (Uh-uh) That paper forever on my mind, I'm retarded (Forever) I ain't have no clue it would be this when it started (Mhm) The price of a blue raise up when you froze it (Facts) Nigga need to drip water, went and got my piece watered, I be on it sleepwalkin' So many blues on me, I feel like C-walking (Look like) When Siri give directions, I imagine Reek talkin' Nigga, I'm tryna keep ballin' SongtexteDog-walk bitches, I should put a leash on 'em (Bitches) I ain't need liquor, put a half a P on her (Bitch) No limit to this shit, I'm like Master P on 'em (Uh) Fuck them Diors, lil' pass a G for 'em (Fuck it) Ain't none of this my plan, what you mad at me for? (Uh-uh) Super smacked, shootin' there and shootin' back I need a mansion in the hills, coupe to match (The coupe) Paperwork party (Paperwork party, Paperwork party) Paperwork party I got a bitch that’s doin' SBA scams Bitches gettin' hacked and now they postin' Ray-Bans Shows got banned but I still made bands In the Deep South, clubs open, shaking hands Baby work it out buss it open make it dance Looking through my DMs its a lot of naked fans Asking me to link begging me to take a chance I don't hit em back but I gotta take a glance Ferragamo shoes, Prada made the pants Imma take a jet spend a holiday in France She know I can touch it with the operation hands That’s real steady Took her to the spot, lil mani, lil pedi Got a good heart but she just a lil petty Neck pains cause the chain hangin' real heavy Use to walk to krogers for a box of lil debbies Smokin' on CBD she thought it was reggie (It's good tho) Paperwork party (I'm good on the paperwork nigga) Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah yeah) Nigga think the feds on him Got locked, he ain't even have no bail money Pick my daughter up from school, she say I smell funny Dirty Sprite, exotics, and Chanel on me Ayy, playin' in that field, it get real for you They ain't up a pint, let's get real muddy You don't need a deal, just some pill junkies Don't leave him with too much, he'll steal from you Yeah, my raps real, you cap still, need an act deal Dropped a pint, broke the glass just like Shaq did What you got? Where your racks? What your stats is? (I love you Trapboy) Aus Songtexte Mania