Paper Route Free$tyle

Ayy, dollar after dollar, bitch, I'm on to get it richer

Can't focus on these bitches, cuz I'm painting what I picture

I'm living what i rap, so I guess this shit in scripture

I'm getting all this money, why'll you outside drinking liquor

My jefa said, I need to chill, but ain't no stoppin' this

Ma I'm , sorry for the trouble, but I'm flockin' it

I'm blessin' all you bitches with this Glock yea, I'm clockin' it

Fuck a nine to five, in the hood is where I'm clockin' in

I'm posted in the dead end. Where you post to b? I'm rockin' green rags

So your stupid ass can notice me, a gangster with a strap