[Intro]
You gon' have to kill me for me to stop gettin' it, feel me?
Straight up
God!
Finally famous, nigga
Paper chasers, G.O.O.D
My girl the baddest, too, G.O.O.D
I'ma just keep countin'
I look up
Okay
[Hook]
I always got a grip, I never slip, I never panic
Got my Rolex set Pacific, while I fly through the Atlantic
And just like a know-it-all, I always got the upper hand
And if I listen to you bitches I would still be on the campus
But instead I'm in The Standard, with a girl who got some standards
Gettin' head in the Jacuzzi and she claim she from Los Angeles
But she ain't come up for air one time, I swear she from Atlantis
[Verse 1]
It's so fuckin' hard to have manners since I bought a manor
I never take off, I just take off her panties
To partially nominated, yeah, yeah nigga you know me
Hop on a song and kill with niggas, who just won all the trophies
Bitch I ain't playin' no more like D. Rose or Kobe, it's Kobe the beef and it's shrimp ravioli
Sean Don, you know me, my cash homophobic, I swear it's so straight
Then I double it up like I cloned it!
My homie called me like "Sean Don, look
You know I got a girl, like you, so my nigga this one's off the books
But could you hook me up with Ariana Grande?"
Seems like niggas just call me for the hook-up or to get up off the hook
I'm back in this bitch like I'm parallel parkin' (swerve swerve)
Get hit with that 18, what's that? Bitch it's two 9's, that's parallel sparkin'
I look up to the stars and God damnit I swear I can hear them shits talkin'
To you they the stars but to me they a target
She said that I'm fine and I say that I'm gorgeous
I'm livin' so lawless, I promise
We just landed, Bora Bora
Champagne, I pour, I pour
Model girls, old Kimora
Fuck more or less, it's more or more
I'm stackin' paper, safe to safe, drawer to drawer, bank to bank, floor to floor
Touch a dollar and them killas be door to door to door to door to door to door
Face to face, Hennessy, case to case
Day to day, I paper chase, amazin' grace
I've been plottin' since '86, and I was born in '88
So what the fuck that make me?
A young visionary
My secretary finna be a millionare
Imma call her military
Finally Famous military and, I rep that, that
'Til I hit the cemetery
And I'm way too skinny for jail, ho
So I gotta stay rich enough just for the bail, ho
I'm collectin' this change like I live in a well
Heaven on Earth, I could get it through Hell
Bitch, we did it and did it ourselves
So now I'm presidential, my life, presidential, my wife
Residential, the lake, presidential estates
Like my homie Tone said, I could talk about my watch all day
But that's a fuckin' presidential debate
Man shout out to SAYITAINTTONE and Jay John
Adubb Da Gawd, Earlly Mac, Danny Brown
Oba and Boldy, Doughboyz and Vezzo
Trick, Eminem, Royce Team
East Side, K-Dizzle
Dusty, Ro' Spit and the rest of them niggas
'Til we come together, we all ain't gon' get it
We run the city!
You gon' have to kill me for me to stop gettin' it, feel me?
Straight up
God!
Finally famous, nigga
Paper chasers, G.O.O.D
My girl the baddest, too, G.O.O.D
I'ma just keep countin'
I look up
Okay
[Hook]
I always got a grip, I never slip, I never panic
Got my Rolex set Pacific, while I fly through the Atlantic
And just like a know-it-all, I always got the upper hand
And if I listen to you bitches I would still be on the campus
But instead I'm in The Standard, with a girl who got some standards
Gettin' head in the Jacuzzi and she claim she from Los Angeles
But she ain't come up for air one time, I swear she from Atlantis
[Verse 1]
It's so fuckin' hard to have manners since I bought a manor
I never take off, I just take off her panties
To partially nominated, yeah, yeah nigga you know me
Hop on a song and kill with niggas, who just won all the trophies
Bitch I ain't playin' no more like D. Rose or Kobe, it's Kobe the beef and it's shrimp ravioli
Sean Don, you know me, my cash homophobic, I swear it's so straight
Then I double it up like I cloned it!
My homie called me like "Sean Don, look
You know I got a girl, like you, so my nigga this one's off the books
But could you hook me up with Ariana Grande?"
Seems like niggas just call me for the hook-up or to get up off the hook
I'm back in this bitch like I'm parallel parkin' (swerve swerve)
Get hit with that 18, what's that? Bitch it's two 9's, that's parallel sparkin'
I look up to the stars and God damnit I swear I can hear them shits talkin'
To you they the stars but to me they a target
She said that I'm fine and I say that I'm gorgeous
I'm livin' so lawless, I promise
We just landed, Bora Bora
Champagne, I pour, I pour
Model girls, old Kimora
Fuck more or less, it's more or more
I'm stackin' paper, safe to safe, drawer to drawer, bank to bank, floor to floor
Touch a dollar and them killas be door to door to door to door to door to door
Face to face, Hennessy, case to case
Day to day, I paper chase, amazin' grace
I've been plottin' since '86, and I was born in '88
So what the fuck that make me?
A young visionary
My secretary finna be a millionare
Imma call her military
Finally Famous military and, I rep that, that
'Til I hit the cemetery
And I'm way too skinny for jail, ho
So I gotta stay rich enough just for the bail, ho
I'm collectin' this change like I live in a well
Heaven on Earth, I could get it through Hell
Bitch, we did it and did it ourselves
So now I'm presidential, my life, presidential, my wife
Residential, the lake, presidential estates
Like my homie Tone said, I could talk about my watch all day
But that's a fuckin' presidential debate
Man shout out to SAYITAINTTONE and Jay John
Adubb Da Gawd, Earlly Mac, Danny Brown
Oba and Boldy, Doughboyz and Vezzo
Trick, Eminem, Royce Team
East Side, K-Dizzle
Dusty, Ro' Spit and the rest of them niggas
'Til we come together, we all ain't gon' get it
We run the city!
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