[Intro]
Ay
Ay, turn the beat up, turn my headphones up
Turn my headphones up
G Herbo
[Chorus]
Coulda got rich, I was eighteen had some minor setbacks
Street nigga, if I don't do nothin', I'mma run that check back
Couple bitches used to play me, now they get the message
You can keep that pussy, baby, I'm not interested
Cross my heart hunnid times a day, I know this shit a blessing
Never gave me shit, got up, made a way, learned life from all my lessons
I guess more money and more problems, why a nigga stressin'
About no paper I ain't stressin, bitch ain't no depression
[Verse 1]
About no paper I ain't stressin, bitch ain't no depression
I was sixteen, made 250 off a 14, bought a Smith & Wesson
In the trap house, twenty to a hunnid when the door ring
Gotta stay awake, no more lean
Walk in gram's crib lookin' like a zombie from a horror scene
Off a four of red and a four of green
30 on me, run up and you know what it's gon' be
Spray the boy head like oil sheen
Bitches love to whore me, they adore me, ride me like a horsey
I can't marry you, girl, you's a cold hoe, been one way before me
Want a big house, bankroll
Purse cost four G's, know you wanna see my Porsche keys
Forty more on the dashboard, homie got a GT so he wanna see how the sport be
Self made like a boss be, never got a advance, never needed y'all to endorse me
Worked hard wasn't shit planned, remember 2010 teacher told me I wouldn't be shit and
If I see that ho bitch, I'mma make her so sick, Rollie on my wrist cost a whole brick
They won't ever see it comin', 'til it's over with
Ay
Ay, turn the beat up, turn my headphones up
Turn my headphones up
G Herbo
[Chorus]
Coulda got rich, I was eighteen had some minor setbacks
Street nigga, if I don't do nothin', I'mma run that check back
Couple bitches used to play me, now they get the message
You can keep that pussy, baby, I'm not interested
Cross my heart hunnid times a day, I know this shit a blessing
Never gave me shit, got up, made a way, learned life from all my lessons
I guess more money and more problems, why a nigga stressin'
About no paper I ain't stressin, bitch ain't no depression
[Verse 1]
About no paper I ain't stressin, bitch ain't no depression
I was sixteen, made 250 off a 14, bought a Smith & Wesson
In the trap house, twenty to a hunnid when the door ring
Gotta stay awake, no more lean
Walk in gram's crib lookin' like a zombie from a horror scene
Off a four of red and a four of green
30 on me, run up and you know what it's gon' be
Spray the boy head like oil sheen
Bitches love to whore me, they adore me, ride me like a horsey
I can't marry you, girl, you's a cold hoe, been one way before me
Want a big house, bankroll
Purse cost four G's, know you wanna see my Porsche keys
Forty more on the dashboard, homie got a GT so he wanna see how the sport be
Self made like a boss be, never got a advance, never needed y'all to endorse me
Worked hard wasn't shit planned, remember 2010 teacher told me I wouldn't be shit and
If I see that ho bitch, I'mma make her so sick, Rollie on my wrist cost a whole brick
They won't ever see it comin', 'til it's over with
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