Paper Chasing Slimmy

Lord forgive me for my wrong ways been trying to make a way

All this weight been on my shoulders think it's starting to tear the blades

All this bag chasing feel my legs famous for the race I been down on my ass the same Way that dogs train

Lil baby riding with me ain't no stuffer, she's a gunner, she so thugged out

Hurricane season on the chicken we gone flood routes

Cash money, we gone make it wayne because we done seen the drought

Now it's bookings just to show my face no way I'm logging out

It's a sticky sitchi if you with me we gone bang it out

It's money on the floor it ain't no way that we gone sweep around of course I need you By, but it's the money that's gone keep you round

Love ain't paying bills and it ain't buying shit that drip you down

Swear that love is blind that's the reason I keep stick around hawking every play then we Rejoice like we just met the browns

Ain't saying be no trick if he gone pay you ain't my bitch for now, they take my hands Away just hoping you blow sticky down