Paper Routes

Your Neighbors

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I've been cooking crack rock, yes sir
For your ears, for women over eighteen and the Franklins
I ain't with that small talk, no ma'am
Unless it leads to playing with the kitty or her hair, man
Don't call me a lame man, I am
Everything you wish you were and then some I'm a made man
At least I'll be by May, man
Hustle bucks in Tonka trucks by that time I'll be paid, man
Forwarded payments, phone calls to the agents
Move from out the basement just to entertain the fame
It's lunches by the ocean with the clothes I got from placements
With a girl that makes statement and makes them hate him

Yacht clubs, no small boats
No Benzes, just Lagos
Just good dope through my nose
My manos give her O's
Wall platted with vinyls
No luck though just hustle

After hour play nights, million dollar plane rides
Fame is for the wrong type, I just want the paid life
Move to outer space when I get to all this paper
Y'all can kill each other while I'm chilling with the aliens

See her with the Ray-Bans, not the one with spray tans
But the one with ass that got Kardashian her name
She backing up that real talk, swear she ain't a real thot
That ain't what her friend thought, had her bra and hair dropped
Party like Bilzerian, tigers in the atrium
Never get a card declined when cashing out the ATM
Make a trip to ATL, get kicked out of my hotel
Fly back home to women yelling for me at the Taco Bell

But don't take me for a player
I'm just looking for real one that looks past the paper
That'll pass the papers, that'll hit the paper
Let me hit no labor

Smokin' to pass the time, dinners in Nobu my
This view is mighty fine, this view is mighty fine
Women in St Laurent, Burberry Prada, ah
Money brings more problems
But more money sure solves them