On Papers Money Mac (Ft. Rio Da Yung OG)

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah
Ghetto boy shit
Man I like this one
*snorts*
(Got that on my beat)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm in a bust off a bust with the 45
A nigga run up un us and he gon' die
Forty five hunnid' dollar outfit, I'm so fly
Thirty eight hunnid' for a pint, I'm so high
Niggas clutchin' on they guns when I roll by
But they know don't flick a shot or they gon' die
Jump out the Benz hewewaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Y'aight
Jump out the Benz with the chop, let it ghost ride
Y'all can't do that yellow shit cuz we started that
Bitch I was the nigga fore I knew how to rap
And I sold a lotta crack before I wrote the rap
I got a Glock third back, I don't wanna scrap
Say you moved a thousand pounds, where you sold them at?
Where the baking soda at, I got a pint, where the soda at?
Yeah, I know I rap and all, but I'm blowing straps

[Verse 2: MoneyMac]
I got a fifty-piece on me and a Gucci wallet
This mad bag got a ticket, we don't do deposits
This an entanglement, we fuck it, so don't tell nobody
Really want a friend, shoot my shot, watch it passin' by me
I'm doing good, hit the road, ain't no label sign me
I'm in the streets baggin' up, it ain't hard to find me
A milly gold with the stones, they gon' blow behind me
Gucci down to the socks, yeah I'm actin' funny
Head nigga with me on god, they gon' blast somebody
So when them shots rang, get out there don't know who shotti
We done came to the bust, put the bag behind it
A real nigga took his time and ain't tell on nobody
I'm in the dojo with the trainer like I know karate
I put a three on a one and I still dropped somebody
My fans keep comin' back, so they pay for this body
And I ain't gon pay no money and we gon survive (they dead)