Paper Route Kenny Muney (Ft. Key Glock)

[Intro: Kenny Muney & Key Glock]
Yeah
(Aimonmyneck, at it again)
Paper Route business
Long live Flippa
(Ayo, Shotto, turn that shit up)
Tell them lil' boys that (Yeah)

[Chorus: Kenny Muney]
I'm on the route to go get me some paper (Shew, shew)
Chasin' this paper gon' fuck up my route (Shew, shew, uh, uh)
This an empire, no game, but don't play with these letters, I promise I'm takin' your—, shh (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
Yeah, bitch bad, I'm takin' her out (Yeah)
Booty so big, hard to sit in my lap (Yeah)
Big pretty titties, let me feel it, ooh, soft as a cloud
Nut on her nose, then I'm back to the trap (I'm gone)
Hеll yeah, I'm back on the route (Lеt's go)

[Verse 1: Kenny Muney & Key Glock]
I was on go, where you headed to now? (Skrrt)
Me and my chopper don't be with no crowd
Bro don't be with me when we on the business
If this 'bout money, I'm bringin' 'em 'round ('Round)
Paper Route business, can't sit at this round (Table) table (Ayy)
Hey, Daddio, break this shit out (Ayy, break out)
Man, my niggas go back-to-back, Maybach, don't make me call Glock
All my niggas got cash, no cow (Yeah)
We the ones made it in the game with no deal (Yeah)
Handsome fuck niggas, they know what we 'bout (Yeah)
Way before rap, I had big racks, for real (Big racks)
Two hundred P's in the middle of the South (Phew)
On my grandma, we been had racks, been turnin' everybody down
I wanted money, I won with the cap
They can fool y'all, but I know what they 'bout (Yeah)
Yeah, I ain't nothin' like these niggas that rap
Come sell your soul, come and shoot you some craps
We Illuminati, secret society
Come around here, don't be runnin' your mouth (Shh, don't do it)
Paper Route business, Whole Lotta Errthang (Yeah)
They know they ain't the ones runnin' the town (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah, mob)