Paper Right

Meek Mill, Alley Boy, Master P

Rick has a ounce of crack Turn that to a whole joint Then he got that nina and he Turned that to a whole point Yeah I break them pounds down Never got that brown, brown Take it to my homie crib and Then I break it down, down Used to flood this whole shit Just like the surround sound Alreadyused to go and pound pound Just to get a whole one Copy he gonna throw one Omelly in the kitchen whipping white Until his nose run then I met my nigga Mill Hit me with that trick or treat Took her to the south side and I Was right back in the week Fresh from out of jail cell Right back out there in the streets Yeah I was out on bail now it's Time to pay these lawyers fees 30 charges pending and the cops can Come and quote on me PD ain't gonnna do shit but just sit Me in that court and plee And I ain't trying cop out Looking for a knock out Highschool I dropped out So I can sling that rock out I'm a hustler nigga, all night Till I get my fucking paper right Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop And that's a bently coop I'm on my grind and I don't sleep Don't fuck with you haters, not the police Nigga client trying to give me For a half a key I got my young niggas that'll put Ya ass right to sleep This ain't a sport boy, I'm pistol pete Dribbling that ball thru the hood They call me CP3 I did it once now I'm back bitch look at me No need for album motherfucker and We in the streets I'm a hustler nigga, all night Till I get my fucking paper right Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop And that's a bently coop Warm out that south side Rider die we shoot to kill Wake up in the morning real Grab my keys and shine my grill Used to be broke now my Status on heavy weight Passing through my hood I'm good I told you I'm gonna get that cake Errybody nodes me, you can even quote me I'ma chase that money, get that money Yeah I'm floating put my whole team on We rocking stupid stones Right back to the block cause My hustle game strong Unanimous decision I don't See no competition We beat them to submission Cooking work in gramas kitchen I'm the bread winner And I just ate but still I'm hungry Hungry for that money With my niggas I'm 100 I'm thugging till the death of me Feed me weed and Hennesey Out here where these killas be I'm don't fuck with me Black cold pay job, I did it for my hellya Gotta get that money, so much money Boy I tell ya I'm a hustler nigga, all night Till I get my fucking paper right Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop And that's a bently coop OK, I'm ripping, flipping Chickens with the pot until it's all bad Hands for that pound fear nigga We ain't playing fair I play this game for keeps, big bad wolf So you sheeps bout my paper I'm a beast ima show up were you sleep Dressed in all black with the Beam all out of focused Take ya head up of ya shoulders ain't No simple way should know dis Nigga it's open season I hit the block runnin im A huslling motha fucka U ain't takin nuthin from me Get money I had to grind Niggas got tired of being broke When all I see is poverty Plus the economy so low Like fuck a job I supply the if you a Go for 23 5 you want It then come and purchase Me and my niggas in the kitchen We flip mo chickens then church Don't ask me to put you on You weren't here with me when I was hurting Bitch i got it on my own From selling work to the verses I'm a hustler nigga, all night Till I get my fucking paper right Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop And that's a bently coop

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