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Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper
Young silkk, to take y'all foos on a journey

[silkk the
Seems a trip what niggas 'll do
For a in this day and age
See I be to get paid and
Keep my game sharper than a (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in tight
the coupe that's dropped
Have them niggas starin' they glarin'
I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a grip
It's about that
I got my hand my nine
Plus my money be on my
Stay away from these
be shady like a tree
I try to 'em love
And get ta they can be me
But a nigga I'll you
If I to(why? )
cash rules(damn)

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Another day another
I'm all about money an power
And if ya me then holla
If you you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills I make
It's a day another
dolla another day

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Dolla
dolla dolla bill y'all... x3
Dolla bill
Dolla dolla y'all
Dolla dolla dolla y'all

[silkk the
i'ma g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just fall
(talkin' shit)
And still cross-over like
I do more pimpin' scottie
A fuckin' violent,
Plus I'm silent, so you know a nigga a it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas
don't understand
Cause if I die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, be tha man(damn)
And I be to hop in
Some shit(like that)
See if I had a
For nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be
Kinda had ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like diamonds
With my right behind me
you know, just where to find me
Just to get a buck,
on the cut before the taz hit
But I been in game so long
Shit, I mastered it
By any
The more fiends, the more I have
I just kick
And watch them, go out and get tha
And I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm all about my paper

[silkk the
I stay tru to tha
Even if I make a
Cause that's the place I can go
When I'm broke and I keeps it
You believe
How I be my mail(what? )
it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or
You know I gots to, watch my
And be shure black
(they can't fuck you)
it's a proven fact(what? )
That of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay and be major
trip
Cause how can I a grip
And be a teenager
You know they can't me
But they will try(nah can't fuck with you)
Even I wear a vest
And two straps you know still die(damn)
But then I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no back
And ain't no that(savin' that)
Can't take with me
So I guess I'll be a g
And ain't need for cryin' me

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Heh, young
T-r-u, heh, we 'bout money
Tha paper chase you what I'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, all real
We all tha motherfuckin'
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money,
Or whateva the fuck you call it