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letra de paper chasing - flincity tip

[intro]
aye
let’s get it
it’s your boy tip in this b-tch man
aye, turn my headphones up, man
bilbo

[verse 1]
money long, like kevin durant
foenem shooting like kevin durant
if it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
if you ain’t getting money, why the f-ck you exist?
why you in the crib if you can’t pay your rent?
why you so broke, but it don’t make sense?
had to boss up on a main grip, broke sets
had to take a couple ls, but it wasn’t really sh-t
yeah, a young n-gga stay counting them checks
all worked out, but n-gga i flexed
your b-tch wanna f-ck, i just really want the neck
if a n-gga want work, we’ll bring out them tecs
and it sound like burning rubber, burning rubber in this b-tch
a whole lotta whole lotta guns in this b-tch
if she get heated up, then we got them cooling kits
goofy n-gga fall back, and he ain’t get (?)
flincity, honcho gang, we ain’t new to this
street fame in my veins be all tell me “do this sh-t”
why tell me, boy, don’t change, that’s the game
’bout to run this sh-t up, and ain’t sh-t been the same
since i lost what i can find, ain’t sh-t been the same
pops tatted on my arm, so i know they for my pain
goofy -ss n-gga, i ain’t ever been that lame
get purple, get smoke up in to up in his brain

[chorus]
i’m paper chasing, paper chasing, b-tch i got them racks
i get that money, add it up, and b-tch i don’t look back
i’m paper chasing, paper chasing, b-tch i got them racks
i get that money, add it up, and b-tch i don’t look back
b-tch, i be full of myself, don’t care ’bout n0body else
b-tch, i be full of myself, (?)
b-tch, i be full of myself, don’t care ’bout n0body else
b-tch, i be full of myself, (?)

[verse 2]
(?) of hers too, b-tch i had to k!ll it
boy, i’m all up in my money, i man digits
money on my mind, ain’t f-cking with these b-tches
i ain’t f-cking with these b-tches that be in they feelings
i’m all up in her mouth like a d-mn filling
that’s some temporary sh-t, i ain’t here to fill in
(?), what a good feeling
i thought i f-cked and bust a nut, lil b-tch, good riddance
back to the money, b-tch, back to the block
all of that money, i married the guap
marco got .30s, he busting at opps
if 12 talking sh-t, then he busting at cops
broke boys, i make it known, better go get a job
get your -ss smoke if you thinking ’bout robbing
all of my n-ggas, they really be mobbing
stomp your -ss out til a n-gga unconscious
if it ain’t about the money, i don’t wanna hear the nonsense
yeah, i nearly had to get my f-cking racks up
money on my mind, only thing on my conscience
if you a fed or something, n-gga better back up
.30s and .40s equipped with these bl!ckies
yeah, curtis jackson all up in this glizzy
run ’em, get gunned up, get hit with this .50
(?) a weapon, he leave the clip empty

- flincity tip

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