Paparazzi Lyrics

Paparazzi at my door, I won't let them in

I've been on that bitch and you know she heaven sent

My crib got seven floors, three garage, and 36 just for the fucking rent

To me that's a light band, yeah

You don't even know what you're talking about

You wanna break bread, then give me a shout

But my pocket's so full, I ain't in a drought

Yeah, uh

But my pocket's so full, I ain't in a drought

I'm stacking my cheese, man, I'm from the south

You wanna keep talkin' please shut your mouth

You reach for my chain, take that as a threat

Put you in a pack and we will not forget

If we ain't pulling up, see what happens next

I got so much shit to off my chest

I got me a Glock with a laser

So much land man a couple of acres

I fucked on that bitch, man, I break her

Now she be trying to taste all my flavors

You sending some shots, it won't phase me

I got so much money, it amazes me

I pull up with Smithen I pull up with Glock

Now you know that we just bustin' yo' top

Gang, we bustin' yo' top if you thinking of running up

But you know that I done got my cheddar up

On the lookout before I just done headed up

Yeah, uh

Now we dropping opps you know we loaded up

You must think that this shit is a joke or something

I be counting up bands just with my thumbs

Now your girl, she be sucking me up

And I'm fucking her up every day and every night

Got places to be, man, I'm on a flight

I'm killing this shit, call me Dark Knight

If we gonna shoot, shoot you on sight

Did the dash and took off in the night

Pouring the syrup in my Sprite

Took off in a Vette, now you're seeing white

Paparazzi at my door, I won't let them in

I've been on that bitch and you know she heaven sent

My crib got seven floors, three garage, and 36 just for the fucking rent

To me that's a light band, yeah

You don't even know what you're talking about

You wanna break bread, then give me a shout

But my pocket's so full, I ain't in a drought

Paparazzi at my door, I won't let them in

I've been on that bitch and you know she heaven sent

My crib got seven floors, three garage, and 36 just for the fucking rent

To me that's a light band, yeah

You don't even know what you're talking about

You wanna break bread, then give me a shout

But my pocket's so full, I ain't in a drought