Choppin up That Paper Do or Die (Ft. Val Young)

Chorus: 1x
(Val Young)
Choppin up that paper(with you) I do it for you
You know you got me lovin you
Choppin up that paper(with you) I do
You got me love-in youuuuuu

Verse 1:
(AK)

Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury
No matter me, I'm a trustin G
Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there ain't now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you others always want some and tell me true or false
I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you
We can ride in the backseat drunk type all night
Sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), baby but you knew dat
First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars
And boys out of grown men, from Chi to Texas to Los Angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in Atlanta on a burner actin
Silly
But lets pause back gettin back and when we call fax
I know you can't see it, but I'm all that
You got the video of me and Twista ridin in the Benz/Lac
But tell me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L, double a-c always