We're ready made ^!$$%z
All about our paper
We want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese


[Spice 1]
It's bossalini, fetty chico, the ^!$$% that'll split your phillie

And roll your $$# up like a sack of !@%!e and smoke ya
$#&@ ya, never loved ya, know your $$# for years and still smug you
I see you with your (*##$ on the streets, I'm still bustin ya

Buck-A-buck-A, blow off your dome and disappear
Have your wife waken up at the middle, didn't even know I was here
Stick-n-move, that's the code of a killer, thug ^!$$%

Got us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggers
Chrome trucks and diamond links, hella (*##$es and hella drinks
^!$$%s flashin they player pieces, hollerin Crystal in a sec.

Ain't no tennis shoe playa, roll with thugs
I'm corleonin' with them thuggstas, Crips and players and Bloods
It's goin' down


[Chorus]
We're ready made ^!$$%s on another page

All about our paper ain't a damn thing changed
We want that scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
Still G's to the game it don't change


[Black C]
I got a bunch of jealous ^!$$%s, it ain't mad at me

They want to grab they ^!$$%s Nine and blast at me
You're livin on your own gun, ^!$$% now how can that be?
That you're a bangin-ass ^!$$% that can't even bring the heat

See I'm a own man, @@#! my own Nine, make my own cash
Drive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own grass
And it's like that while you (*##$ ^!$$%s is fakin

On the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetrating
Like you's a big baller, we $#&@ with G's and thugs
O.G. shot caller, up in the pen with love

So $#&@ the bull%#@!, you ^!$$%s wanna pull dick up on a dick (*##$
But love to pump your gums about who $#&@in with black chris
That's why I keep my eyes open and stay focused

Cause I'm the ^!$$% you love to hate plus I'm the dopest
Still tryin to cope with our trials and tribulations
While you (*##$ ^!$$%s hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it's on


[Chorus]


[Que]
Got no love for the ^!$$%s that's don't understandin
I'm a real ^!$$%, on the level of a made man, peep my steel loc'

I lace you with the [?]
I want my seven figure digits on my desk when I'm finished
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm a killa cali thug ^!$$% on the rise

It's suicide, do or die, catch me if you're ready to die
See the days where I make the mail to rest, make moves like playin chess
[?] leave you ^!$$%s in the dust

We're makin big moves, doin big things
I'm amused to ^!$$%s hate that %#@!, ain't gon never $#&@in change
^!$$%s peep they foe when it's on and poppin

You can catch me in the end on the highway smobbin
We roll benzos, beamers and lexus
Have you ^!$$%s on another page stressin

Don't hate me, hate the game ^!$$%
I'm all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real G's ^!$$%


[Chorus]

Scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese

We're ready made ^!$$%s
All about our paper
Spice 1, black C,

Ready made ^!$$%z
We're 'bout it, 'bout it