into your system
and fill my base while it thaw
Got you under the impression
it's gorillas in the trunk
For the crushed out wood
grain lug in the back
Expeditions, Navigators,
Escalades, Cadillacs
Nepalis for the water,
poppin' they collars
Gettin' dollars with hella babies to swallow
If you buy the girl, holla,
basement's my home
I'm claiming the throne,
plenty speakers get torn
From the dust to the dawn,
so bring it on
Stay sittin' on raw, ice down
to keep my temperature low
Asked the weatherman,
he told me
that my wrist reading was 40 below
So now you can tip to the
hands and the wrist
and drop the beats like this
Clear and crisp,
watch all them suckers get ditched
MC's get pissed, game over,
I hope you been stashin'
Your run is done, son,
leave the stage in an orderly fashion
Power, respect,
that's my motivation
Fuck it, we paper chasin'
I make the money,
the money don't make me
I get change from my dollars,
the dollars won't change me
I make the money,
the money don't make me
I get change from my dollars,
the dollars won't change me
Bass droppers, tote choppers,
and smoke popper
Top poppers that never had no love
for them coppers
22 spinners,
but realest never pretenders
Best not beginners,
twoin' up the cup like they dinner
My niggas them niggas up on the block,
dawg
With that green pills powder and them rocks,
dawg
Diamond bezel in the watch,
pinky heavy from all the stones
Wrist rocked up,
niggas blingin'
and you know the glitter song
The duct tape was,
niggas about pullin' capers
Till the day that we die
we be about chasin' paper paint
Job like stop, hold up, wait a minute
Bitch play the curve flip
with the money, three minute
Big trucks, heavy shabbies,
mostly found in them laps
With the oak in the dash
and the slump in the back
Money, power, respect,
that's the motivation
Fuck it, we paper chasin'
I make the money,
but money don't make me
I get changed for my dollars,
but dollars won't change me
The wickedest,
sickest verses you ever heard of
Word up, lyrically it's another murder
Serve a whole cookie for your deck,
straight dope
Number one with a bullet,
planet earth in my scope
Guess I'm in love with maps,
red lights floodin' the board
Lyrics fire hot since your mic's
meltin' your board
The time in the lime is officially through
And to think that you had
niggas lookin' up to you
Goes from a professional, poetic,
narcoleptic,
astounding to skeptics
Expect the unexpected,
the test is unprotected
Stained Versace, same blurred cockpit
Point blank, your nigga stops,
he don't call me, don't write
It'll only ignite the short fuse
and it might be a reason for flight
Got two kids and a wife,
got no time for your trifling low -life
Reality cuts like a knife when I speak
On the bullshit you spit from your pulpit
like how you bust AKs
The hatred that Hank made,
I'm calling you fake
Say anything for campaign,
hoes on the loose
Super pimp, mayday, mayday,
only out for the wealth
Got no love for themselves,
getting pimped on the stage
They getting pimped on the shelf,
peeping money, power, respect
That's the motivation
Fuck it, we paper chasin'
I make the money,
the money don't make me
I get change for my dollars,
the dollars won't change me
I make the money,
the money don't make me
I get change for my dollars,
the dollars won't change me
I make the money,
the money don't make me
I get change for my dollars,
my dollars won't change me
I make the money,
the money don't make me
I get change for my dollars,
the dollars won't change me
I'm