(Hook x2)
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m eatin shrimp with my steak, my diamonds never be fake
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I spit that shit if you ballin then you could probably relate
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Smellin like yea see Miyagi, Versace over my eyes
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And when you see me in public you see I¡¯m tellin no lies
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I rap about it, I drive it, I rep about er I fuck
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These niggas see that I¡¯m stuntin, I keep that FN tuck
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You think to playin me baby, ya only playin yo self
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Got plenty bitches lil mama, I put that ass on the shelf
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I keep a hand on the grain, she keep her eye on my chain
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See I be pimpin lil nigga, no we ain¡¯t livin the same
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I¡¯m really getting these digits, I¡¯m really getting this change
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She really up in my Chevy, she really giving me brain
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I take a sip of my cup, you know I¡¯m sittin on buck
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I pop the trunk on them laws, no I ain¡¯t givin a fuck
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Sit on them swingers and voes, ain¡¯t bout to play with you ho
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I keep it playa my nigga, got yo bitch and pop a dose
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Like that
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(Hook x2)
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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(Verse)
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If you ain¡¯t bout yo paper, bitch you must be out yo mind
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I¡¯m bout mine, boss Hogan for them dollar signs
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Worryin about the next man, really I ain¡¯t got the time
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What the hell is you doin wit yo life if you ain¡¯t on yo grind?
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They tryna knock me anything to throw me off my route
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I know you watchin me tryna figure out what I¡¯m gon do
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I¡¯m too concerned with getting money to be watchin you
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I¡¯m way too playa for that petty shit, I keep it true
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It¡¯s too much money to be made in the city streets
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I¡¯m drinkin some that¡¯s gon put yo ass straight to sleep
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I keep a bible and a pistol underneath my seat
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Death around the corner but he ain¡¯t gon get me this week
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I feel the heat so I cool off with a double cup
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The same people hatin askin me to po¡¯ em up
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Floatin like a rubber duck, all about them buckles
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Say no pride on this luck, we passin around like blush
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(Hook x2)
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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(Verse)
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I like my stacks by the boulder, I like codeine in my soda
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The smell of kush odor and all these women I¡¯m knowing
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I¡¯m blowing big in Cali, got a spot in them hills
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And every car that I drive ridin on fly wheels
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Cadillac¡¯s with the grills, Texas niggas is trill
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Got me restin the bitch before I sign them deals
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Now I¡¯m comin, got candy, putting in work
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Got a solid gold chain on my 2000$ shirt
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The game been good, no mo livin in the hood
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The game been good, no mo livin in the hood
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(we getting money)
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We flossin, buy million dollar houses
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Eatin good, steak n shrimp, lookin like bosses
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And I still hold it down for my city
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We got the baddest bitches, Texas thick beat pretty
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Sell that Bobby, sell that Whitney
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I¡¯m grindin non-stop
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So I¡¯m eatin good and the cars I got ain¡¯t got a top
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Man I¡¯m¡¦
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(Hook x2)
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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My paper, steak n shrimp,
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You know I¡¯m bout mine
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Steak N Shrimp (G Mix)
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| Slim Thug |
