[master p] Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper chase Young silkk, bout to take yall foos on a journey
[silkk the shocker] Seems its a trip what niggas ll do For a grip in this day and age See I be tryin to get paid and Keep my game sharper than a fade (like that) Ridin through the hood in somethin tight Like the coupe thats dropped Have them niggas starin while they glarin When I hit tha block(woo shit) On my way to check me a motherfuckin grip Its about that time I got my hand upon my nine Plus my money be on my mind Stay away from these niggas That be shady like a tree I try to show em love And get ta thinkin they can be me But a nigga Ill blast you If I have to(why? ) Because cash rules(damn)
[chorus] [silkk] x2 Another day another dollar Im all about that money an power And if ya feel me then holla If you cant yous a coward Im all about tha dollar bills that I make Its a day another dolla Another dolla another day
[master p] Dolla dolla Dolla dolla dolla bill yall...x3 Dolla bill yall Dolla dolla bill yall Dolla dolla dolla bill yall
[silkk the shocker] Bitch ima g nigga like all tha way So nigga they betta just fall away (talkin gangsta shit) And still cross-over like hardaway I do more pimpin than scottie A nigga fuckin violent, Plus Im silent, so you know a nigga a bout it (whassup, whassup) And some of these niggas show They dont understand Cause if I dont die or Go to the pen(uh huh) Shit huh, ima be tha man(damn) And I be quick to hop in Some gangsta shit(like that) See if I had a quarter For ever nigga told me they gonna major Shit, I be rich Kinda had flow ons Them gold thangs spinnin like some diamonds With my clique right behind me Nigga you know, just where to find me Just tryin to get a buck, Comeup on the cut before the taz hit But I been in this game so long Shit, I done mastered it By any means The more fiends, the more green I have I just kick back And watch them, go out and get tha cash And then I laugh(ha ha ha ha) Im just all about my paper
[chorus]
[silkk the shocker] I stay tru to tha ghetto Even if I make a mill Cause thats the only place I can go When Im broke and I keeps it trill You besta believe How I be about my mail(what? ) Whether it be sun out, Rain, snow, sleet, or hail You know I gots to, watch my back And be for shure black (they cant fuck with you) Beacause its a proven fact(what? ) That some of these hoes jack(tell em) I stay posted and be major They trip Cause how can I have a grip And only be a teenager You know they cant fade me But they will try(nah they cant fuck with you) Even though I wear a vest And two straps you know ima still die(damn) But until then Im bout my paper black Cause aint no turnin back And aint no savin that(savin that) Cant take nothin with me So I guess Ill be a dead g And aint need for cryin over me
[chorus]
[master p] Heh, young silkk T-r-u, heh, we bout that money Tha paper chase you know what Im sayin Breakin bread, its all real We all bout tha motherfuckin Dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage Or whateva the fuck you wanna call it
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