[Chorus]
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Ayo, paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread
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The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream
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It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with
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Like paper, green or chedder, cheese or bread
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The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream
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It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with
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[Verse 1]
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Yo, Tasha, a fox but, been round the block cause niggas jock her
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The wannabe model she dating mobsters
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Been involved with street kids to kingpins
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Got a thing for the bad boys
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That's how she meets him, see him is cat named black
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Real name Jack James, stacks change
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Real big in the crack game
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She's seen that Range and she's seen that chain
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The bling made the dame wanna give up her last name
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She was wit, but he was pimp like, just like Ike was
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Treated her like it was the Fight Club
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Hit her with rights, blood drippin' on white rug
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By the end of the night, they would kiss and she was iced up
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Long as he kept her iced up, she piped down
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Hit her off with a little pipe to mic bounce
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Down south where a nigga wouldn't return for days or weeks
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She was too afraid to cheat
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So you ain't even gotta ask
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As long as she got a Prada bag
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Or an Armani exchange skirt showing a lot of ass
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She's good, living the life, she's ballin'
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too bad she picked the wrong nigga to get involved with
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See the nigga black had problems and enemies
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And snake niggas is friends only pretend to be
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And cats is out for his head, he caught in some shit
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Just watch how Tasha gets tossed in the mix
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Now Black owed money and when it comes to this money, trust me
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You can't tip toe with nobody cause niggas will do insane things to get they cream
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Won't even speak, let the bullets explain things
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That's how it is, paybacks a bitch right especially if you didn't pay back
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Niggas is sick like, run up in your crib like a¢æ©«bitch where's the bread at?a¢æ?
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a¢æ©«You got a week to get it, don't got it, you'll regret ita¢æ?
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Funny I said it cause Jack's in the same exact predicament
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Got a foot in the grave and still digging it
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Owe some niggas money with no intentions of giving it
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Them niggas is sending warnings, he isn't listening
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Tomorrow morning they buss in his front door
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And a swarm of muthafuckers with guns drawn coming at
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On the hunt for Black, Tasha gets smacked
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But Jack's gone a whole week before he gets back but
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Niggas is through waiting, they been too patient already
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They ain't recieved a fucking penny
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So they called a nigga up
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Told him if he doesn't get the dough
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And give it up n the next 6 hours, his bitch is fucked
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But, hold up!
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The nigga Black answers with a¢æ©«So What!a¢æ?
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a¢æ©«I gives a fuck, shoot the hoe up, still won't show upa¢æ?
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Hung the phone up, toss it back and she knew
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Sorry baby girl, this is what chedder can do!
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True Love
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J. Cole |