Master P - Paper Lyrics
Grinky had that ounce of crack, turn that to that whole jointThen he got that nina and he turned that to whole pointMe I bet them pounds down, never got that brown, brownTake it to my homie crib and then I break it down, downUsed to flood this whole shit, just like a surround sound…used to go and pound, poundJust to get a hole in one, cop it, he gonn throw oneO’malley in the kitchen, whipin white until his nose runThen I met my nigga meek, hit me with that trick or treatTook it to the south side, and I was right back in a weekFresh from outa jail cell, right back out here in these streetsYeah I was out on bail, but now it’s time to pay these lawyer fees30 charges pending and the cops could come to court on mePity ain’t gonn do shit, but to sit me in that…And I ain’t tryina cop out, looking for a knock outHigh school I dropped out, so I can slang that rock out[Hook]I’ma hustle nigga all night, all nightTill I get my *****in paper right, paper right***** you ball that’s a halley hoop20 pounds, that’s a bentley coupeI’ma hustle nigga all night, all nightTill I get my *****in paper right, paper right***** you ball that’s a alley hoop20 pounds, that’s a bentley coupeI’m on my grind and I don’t sleepDon’t ***** with you niggas tell the policeNiggas client tryina get me for a half a keyI got my young niggas that put your ass straight to sleepThis ain’t a sport boy, I’m pistol peteDo that ball through the hood, call me cp3I did it once, now I’m back *****, look at meNo limit forever mother*****er, and we in the streets[Hook]I’ma hustle nigga all night, all nightTill I get my *****in paper right, paper right***** you ball that’s a halley hoop20 pounds, that’s a bentley coupeI’ma hustle nigga all night, all nightTill I get my *****in paper right, paper right***** you ball that’s a alley hoop20 pounds, that’s a bentley coupe*****in shine, I’m lebron, give me the whole 9I need that fat to jump it back from the freehrow lineI gotta get it, I’ma trap it out the whole nightRazor blade, residue jays in the glass pipeStarted out wearing deacon suits to wearing all newIf it’s money in the house, we gonn get to emI went from standin on the corner, to a benz ownerI had to move to california and get my bread lonelyNigga my whole team murkin while you broke hurtinWe all get it for certain, you lames still purpinWe back to back and for us niggas get back and chillIf you ain’t comin spending money, my youngins don’t trill[Hook]I’ma hustle nigga all night, all nightTill I get my *****in paper right, paper right***** you ball that’s a halley hoop20 pounds, that’s a bentley coupeI’ma hustle nigga all night, all nightTill I get my *****in paper right, paper right***** you ball that’s a halley hoop20 pounds, that’s a bentley coupe.
