(Intro)

[Verse1: D'Shaun]

Now we know that

Everybody wanna be a real nigga

Everybody wanna be a trill nigga

And one more point that they feel nigga

EVERYBODY WANNA DOLLAR BILL NIGGA

So what you think I rap for

I mean I'm okay with a Rav4

I need passports

And G4's and a pilot to make time fast forward

Cuss that's the life that I live for

I need two-doors doors and four doors

Tryna ball dog, like Paul George

I mean score score score score s'more

We at war war war war on tour

And when we lose a soldier

We pour fours for the fallen

Need a wrist band

For my wrist cuss it's broken

From whipping and whipping

& Swishing I'm balling

Luckily

On God she loving me

Know she my favorite

So she just put up with me

We getting paper

I feel like it's stuck to me

And ima keep balling

Til money ain't much to me

Whooo!!!

Paper this paper

That came from my pen

Burning this paper

These flames from within

I got the juice

You can't mix it with gin

No need to pretend

I will not be your friend

Burning it burning it

Burning it BURN

Writing these verses

I earn what I earn

I need a crown

I belong on the throne

Royalty raised me

The top is my home

Whooo!

Ray Bradburry with the pen nigga

Watch on Ben10 nigga

Plus I'm

Hungry & I'm tryna eat son

When they give a nigga paper

I'ma burn it like 451!

You Could

[Hook]

Meet me in the trap its going down

Meet me at the mall its going down

Meet me at the club its going down

Anywhere ya meet me guarantee..

THAT WE, SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN!

Shut it down

We shut the whole thing down

We Shut it down, Shut it down

We shut that whole thing

WE SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN!

Shut it down

We shut the whole thing down

We Shut it down, Shut it down

We shut that whole thing down Like

451

451

451

451

451. 1

[Verse2]

Uh

Back up on the scene

Ooh

Clips like movie scenes Ooh

Got the girl of yo' dreams

And her skin like Krispy Kremes

I put the team over i

Like an algebraic equation

She drink sake, and she beg for it

That's Asian persuasion

AND I

Told these niggas

I'm back with a vengeance

We know hoes tell

So I'm tending to tenants

Never on time

But present on attendance

Plus I rap so much

My presence, presents, presents

Master

Ain't worried bout no peasants

In my Optimus prime

And I never come second

Gifts I've been given

We bless up, These blessings

And strain all them strands

For the presence of stressing

The beat & the verse

I'm the jury & judge

Plaintiff I killed it

The victim as well

Ball on a court

I got bars like a jail

My girl is an angel

And still hot as HELL

Hater you hater

Just give it all up

I'm sicker than syphilis

Hack & I cough

Hack like computers

On top of these beats

And I rap like No Limit

And I'm master P

Paper this paper

I been working hard

I hit the mall & i blow it

MY GOD

I'm on her mind

And I'm on her iPod

MY NIGGAS IS FOUL

BUT YOU BET THEY WONT FLOP

Whooo!

Ray Bradburry with the pen nigga

Watch on Ben10 nigga

Plus I'm

Hungry & I'm tryna eat son

When they give a nigga paper

I'ma burn it like 451!

You Could

[Hook]