LUNGZ lyrics : "Paper On My Mind"
All I see is dollar signs
Gotta get that money gotta get that money
Gotta get my paper up
Only thing that's on my mind
Ain't stopping my mind made up
Count these tears 25
Sweat drugs homicide
All I see is dollar sings
Gotta get that money gotta get that money
Life' let's get this money baby
^!$$%s be balling on me ^!$$%s be hella shady
I know you $#&@ing hate me I know you $#&@ing hate me
I'm blowing angry at you
Took a ball on a bar in a top suite
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And a brother so tight take a bullet if you can't breathe
Get a dollar get a treat though
Got a partner'say nonstop balling on T though
We ball 'like he know 'like Nino
$#&@ that ^!$$% kept that ego
In a box tell 'em ^!$$%s in a tea cup
Got a hold up ^!$$% till the tea close
$#&@ that I'mma try to get my P up
Poor Chris let me be in that trimmer
You see us how we creep hard or creep down
Gotta get my paper up
Only thing that's on my mind
Ain't stopping my mind made up
Count these tears 25
Sweat drugs homicide
All I see is dollar sings
Gotta get that money gotta get that money
Gotta get my paper up
Only thing that's on my mind
Ain't stopping my mind made up
Count these tears 25
Sweat drugs homicide
All I see is dollar sings
Gotta get that money gotta get that money
You ain't doing nothing
Why the hell you ^!$$%s tripping?
And we count till the money pick it up just like the '
Quick are you kidding?
What that ^!$$% see all this money up on me
What the $#&@ is you waiting on
'too crook too low
B boys put your apron on I'm too cold to be hated on
Bout to get a vacation though
Cash money rich destination '
I'm going places where my pockets take me
Past due on a couple payments
Landlord he keep complaining like
Can't play with my money that ain't funny
'sit outside the crib tonight
That %#@! right there will blow your mind
I tried to work from 9 to 5 but it will be like murder five
I'm getting tired our $$# took the fall
I'm all that creep talk about that floor is where I'm not
Answer that but damn oh my God
It's your pain drag in vain
'so bust that a ^!$$% can't stay
I can't sit still I got eight days
I'm running through the money like a ^!$$% need cake
Gotta get my paper up
Only thing that's on my mind
Ain't stopping my mind made up
Count these tears 25
Sweat drugs homicide
All I see is dollar sings
Gotta get that money let's get that money
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