Money & Paper ft. Steve Rob Lyrics

M.H.M

I'm a big tipper, but never on a stripper

I used to pop them Xans

So much I can't remember the whole month of last September

But now it's only perks

I swear my habit's worse, shawty put it in reverse

Man, pain don't even hurts

I'm somewhere over earth

Higher than the bitch

Shit from here you just a smurf

You scared? Go to church

Hustle hard because it works

I'm the diamond in the dirt

The shoe fits, I match the shirt

Catch the wave, then I surf

Blazing on your turf

Fire to the torch

Spit flames, come get scorched

Always put my child first

Then this money right after

Fuck with me wrong, it cause a natural disaster

I'm talking holocaust

Taking over life, I'm a star

I'm the boss

So when we shut you down, you know

I'm the cause, I'm a floss

Even if I take a loss

Cause I'm getting money, money makes sense

And you'll get it if you're fucking lucky

This money, this paper

All a nigga knows is this

This money, this paper

All a nigga knows is this

Go get her

Godzilla

Gorilla, who you know

Fucking villa

A fucking dope dealer

Straight fucking cold, nigga

Young, black, skinny version

Pablo, nigga

I'm talking Escobar

Upper echelon

Like what Usher won

Niggas stole my style

So I had to change the repertoire

Nigga, fuck the rest of y'all

And whoever you guess you are

Had my goons break out in their bed

Like some eczema

I don't mess with ya

Kill you in the messenger

Intercepting ya

If you get money, like I'm right next to ya

Words more special than

Retarded nigga who's texting ya

Fuck her on the regular

Press her like a wrestler

Cause

This money, this paper

All a nigga knows is this

This money, this paper

All a nigga knows is this