Paper Chase ft. DopeMan J Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, you know where we at Y'all know what time it is, man, we rockin' with my boy Marsnare, you dig

Marsnare

Know how I do, my bullet hit your dome Know how I do, boy, all my rims stay chrome

Know how I do, getting the flip, pussy was good

Serving all my old foreigner, they be sniffing on my bed

Counting them racks like a young nigga should Cherry red humor just like Mitch Woods could

I'm ridin' on the block, pimpin' the scene When I turn up, bitch, all I seen was fame

Yeah, I'm really out here, stay on my grind And these hatin' ass niggas, they seein' me shinin

I'm really in this game, countin' this pay What the hell you think, boy, I got a brain

Where your brain at? Get on this fuckin' paper chase

Stupid ass niggas, you just here for the fame

I'm really out here, on my fuckin' shade If you wanna eat, boy, I'll front you a plate

Yeah, we in the trap, where the hustlas don't stop

Cash flow ready, watch the paper mount to the top

Whippin' in the kitchen, got the pot on the lock

Countin' all my blasters while a dozen cops

Birds in the sky, man, they fly like birds

Money in my mind, yeah, I'm droppin' those words

Dreamin' bout the bands, while I'm slingin' my herb

Yeah, life's a jeanshine, said I'm hustlin' society

Try to start a son, but yeah, we take a flight

Pimpin' the air like confetti at night

Money never sleeps, so I'm grindin' to the light

Learnin' to hustle, got the future lookin' right

Got the block on fire, man, it's heat and disaster

Stackin' up this paper, watch it glow like char

Haters gon' hate, but they sittin' on the wire

I'm takin' the glove, won't let me slip it in the flyers

Big joint, big schemes in the back of the whip

Runnin' with my team, yeah, we all about that grip

Runnin' through a city, I'm the captain, take a trip

Money make movement, no time for a slip

From the block to the bank, I'm the boss in the game

Ain't no shame in my hustle, yeah, I'm chasin' that fame

Chillin' with my peeps while we sippin' champagne

Countin' on my paper while they scream my name

So raise a toast to the trap

Livin' on the edge with the weight of the world

Like we walkin' on the ledge, but we ain't lettin' go

How I do, a bullet hit your dome

How I do, boy, all my rims stay chrome

Really in the hood, pussy was good

Servin' on my own corner, they be sniffin' up my hood

Countin' them racks like a young nigga should

Cherry red, beamin' just like Mitch, what's good

I'm ridin' on the block, pippin' the scene

When I turn up, bitch, all I seen was fame

Yeah, I'm really out here, stay on my grind

And these hatin' ass niggas, they seein' me shinin

I'm really in this game, countin' this pay

What the hell you think, boy, I got a brain

Put a brain hat, yeah, on this fuckin' paper chase

Stupid ass niggas, you just here for the fame

I'm really out here, on my fuckin' shade

If you wanna eat, boy, I'll punch you in the face

So raise a toast to the trap

We livin' on the edge with the way of the world

Like we walkin' on the ledge, but we ain't lettin' go

Man, we bound to go spread

From the trap to the throne, yeah, we chase that bread

From the trap to the throne, yeah, we chase that bread

I be chasing bread, I'm money on my head

They gon' try to put some money in my fuckin' head

All eyes on the scene

Pull up and I go with the choppa gold, man