[Intro]
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
[Verse 1]
I been on the road, I'm gone
Private jet for me and the bros
Hit H. Lorenzo, pick up clothes
I made a finsta to hit my **** up
They don't know what I'm on, I'm on one
It ain't 'bout right now, it's the long run
I been actin' way too humble
Graduated the streets with honors, I
Cashed out with all blue hundreds, I
See through that cap ****, cut it out
Way too young and turnt to settle down
I built **** up that let me down
World know I take care of everybody
They can't keep a tab on my whereabouts
Actin' like it's smoke, we gon air 'em out
Turn them **** crib to a scary house
Roll me up one
Tell my chauffeur pull my car up to the driveway
Wakе her up, tell her, hеr ride ready
Gotta get my day going
The majority of this ****, I can't show 'em
How I'm movin' like I got eight arms
Tryna get my hands in every thing
I like money, I don't cherish fame
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
[Verse 1]
I been on the road, I'm gone
Private jet for me and the bros
Hit H. Lorenzo, pick up clothes
I made a finsta to hit my **** up
They don't know what I'm on, I'm on one
It ain't 'bout right now, it's the long run
I been actin' way too humble
Graduated the streets with honors, I
Cashed out with all blue hundreds, I
See through that cap ****, cut it out
Way too young and turnt to settle down
I built **** up that let me down
World know I take care of everybody
They can't keep a tab on my whereabouts
Actin' like it's smoke, we gon air 'em out
Turn them **** crib to a scary house
Roll me up one
Tell my chauffeur pull my car up to the driveway
Wakе her up, tell her, hеr ride ready
Gotta get my day going
The majority of this ****, I can't show 'em
How I'm movin' like I got eight arms
Tryna get my hands in every thing
I like money, I don't cherish fame
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