PAPER AND PEN ft. OTW & vaguebdz Lyrics

I can't remember last week, think it was a cash week

Shootin' out the backseat, he runnin' like a track meet

Speedin' down the backstreet, money everlasting

It came and it comin' again, uh

Give a fuck bout the money I spend uh

Jace he been settin' the trend uh

She said she want be more than friends, uh

I told her that we could pretend, uh

I don't need no paper and pen, uh

She just like my Mac, she a 10, uh

Got the boys in the back of the sprinter

paper on me like a printer

Paper on me, that's the cash

I live in the moment, still thinkin' bout the past

Thinkin' bout doin' the dash, pushin' the SRT too fast

Comin' in first, never last

Know I been ballin', just look at the stats

Like, shit, I should play for the Mavs

Blowin' on dank, that's the gas

Rollin' up in a house that was vacant

Smokin' exotic, you know it's Jamaican

Double C when I sleep, it's on all of my blankets

That boy go talkin', I tell him to save it

I thought we was real, she lovin' to fake it

Made 150 off a day trip

Thanks to your girl, cause it's all on her playlist

When she play it, you don't even say shit

Only get gas when I'm up in the station

But I light up a wood on occasion

Revenge of the sith, cause this bitch be betrayin

Walk through the sky Anakin but they been hatin'

Goku and this bitch all go super saiyan

But that only happens whenever I'm faded

Get to the cash on a daily basis

It came and it comin' again, uh

Give a fuck bout the money I spend uh

Jace been settin' the trend uh

She said she want be more than friends, uh

I told her that we could pretend, uh

I don't need no paper and pen, uh

She just left my Mac, she a Ten, uh

Got the boys in the back of the sprinter

paper on me like a printer

I'm at the show, uh huh

And this bitch put her hands up

She a dirty dancer

I sip dirty fanta

And I got my hand on a hammer

Put that boy up on a banner

His hoe in love with the glamour

She told me she need a new man, yeah

Down to Earth and it's up in my hands, yeah

Up in LA like a Ram, yeah

She want take a pic for the gram, yeah

I said go ahead, grab the camera

We make us a movie like Sandra

She bawl out her eyes from the stands uh

Roll weed up in my planner

Rollin' up weed in the back of the car

Runnin' this shit, been ahead from the start

So down to earth, but I'm up with the stars

Movin' that work and you know I'ma charge

Louis V purse, you know I'm livin' large

My niggas gon' lurk with the choppa, they march

Totaled the whip break it down for some parts

Swear that I'm groundin' still higher than Mars

Ridin' around town with my brothers in arms