Pacquiao Lyrics

I wanted the love but the hate what I got

I hate it a lot

I get the paper I plot

I need the paper like pardon

Me player

I need the paper tryna think of a way up

And once I get it nigga going stay up

Niggas tryna stop me I'm moving like rocky these niggas can't knock me out

My shit hitting like Pacquiao

She throw it back she ain't backing down

Keep it a rack I need racks right now

Niggas I tax can't Jack this style

Cause I got bucks to get

Don't have no fucks to give

Whole world what I'm up against

Never scared never ducking em

Niggas always talking bout oops and they even got

I'm need some money, nigga I'm talking knots cause nigga I was a have not

Nigga broke need a cask but foster moms pouring up a glass

I just off my ass bro bro know we all done some bad

Remember back nigga cutting class

Yea we was cutting ass

I just wanted to ball like draft, picks

But a nigga have ain't, it

Put it work had to stash it

Bad batch I ain't trash shit

Got it off with the quick ness, tried to do me horrendous

I wanted the love but the hate what I got

I hate it a lot

I get the paper I plot

I need the paper like pardon

Me player

I need the paper tryna think of a way up

And once I get it nigga going stay up

Niggas tryna stop me I'm moving like rocky these niggas can't knock me out

My shit hitting like Pacquiao

She throw it back she ain't backing down

Keep it a rack I need racks right now

Niggas I tax can't Jack this style

Cause I got bucks to get

Don't have no fucks to give

Whole world what I'm up against

Never scared never ducking em

I hit the skrr skrr they done had me fucked up

I just might slur words cause a nigga type drunk

And She going slurp slurp cause we all know life sucks

I might put you first first

What come first is them bucks

I hit the skrr skrr they done had me fucked up

I just might slur words cause a nigga type drunk

And She going slurp slurp cause we all know life sucks

I might put you first first

What come first is them bucks

Aye

I wanted the love but the hate what I got

I hate it a lot

I get the paper I plot

I need the paper like pardon

Me player

I need the paper tryna think of a way up

And once I get it nigga going stay up

Niggas tryna stop me I'm moving like rocky these niggas can't knock me out

My shit hitting like Pacquiao

She throw it back she ain't backing down

Keep it a rack I need racks right now

Niggas I tax can't Jack this style

Cause I got bucks to get

Don't have no fucks to give

Whole world what I'm up against

Never scared never ducking em