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(feat. Phonte (of Little Brother) ) [Chorus: Phonte] I got money, lots of jewels and fancy cars (They say I'm wrong) But, baby don't blame me I'm just a paper chaser Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars (They say I'm wrong) But, baby don't blame me I'm just a paper chaser [Tity Boi:] They wanna know where my name from, where I came from Where I Florian Champagne dunn Arm & Hammer grammar, campaign on it Propane slang, put the flame on it I was so hungry, I could eat a house Then shit it out, til I figured out a different route I'm tryna get clout, cash and a Black card. So now even my pool got a backyard Now it's time to fast-forward, speed up the process I'm so fresh, I could fuck her off my outfit Ridin in the cockpit, ridin with the top back Ridin on some butt-nicks, ridin they say, "What's that? " ... A fancy car Or a big tit, I hang with the stars. [overlapping first line of chorus] I got money. Songtexte [Chorus] [Dolla Boy:] Life as a trap star, switched to a rap star Livin on the fast lane, like I'm in a NASCAR Switched up the game on 'em, keep it in the carry-on Out of state travelin, traffickin Travelin to Golden Isle, fuckin with the Africans Two G's less what averagin, averagin Don't blame me baby, I'm just my daddy's son Know when he shot off, didn't think that I'll be shot out Or show-off who show out and showboat when hoes out Who know bout them knowbouts, once in ain't no outs My buddy had the block lockdown, it was his Now he in the cellblock lock doin ten It's bad for the biz, but still we gotta get cheese Butchu don't care about that, you just care about me You don't wanna hold dough, you just wanna hold me But shawty when you hold me, you hold me for me It cain't be cause... [Chorus] [Dolla Boy:] It's all about the riches, nuttin else You want it, go get it, strive for the best I drink from the top shelf, flights in the first class Hunnid on the freeway, hope a nigga don't craaaash. Cause if I might, I'm gon miss my play comin thew' tonight Twenty-fo' for them hoes, fangs hope they bite But, in spite, we love life [Tity Boi:] Started from the bottom on the way to the top From ashy, to classy, to flashy Money is my motivation that moves ME I feel GOOD, I'm just tryna do me! And if thangs right tonight, I might do three Cause last night, I did two, who? Sanaa Lathan, Gabrielle Union I'm just foolin; I paid my dues and I live like the movies [Chorus] [computer woman voice:] "Niggers act, like they cain't see what another nigga been through And don't give 'em no credit for surviving his battles But I say, 'Fuck 'em - look at me now bitches! '" Aus Songtexte Mania