[Hook]
Focused on the money, n*gga, nothin' else
I got my team with me, we don't want no help
Talkin' that sh*t is gon be something else
Cuz I'm focused on the money, n*gga, nothin' else
Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie
Papered up, got racks, homie, papered up, got racks, homie
Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie
Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie
[Verse 1]
Have you ever seen an out-of-towner walkin' up in yo hood?
Hoppin' off of that plane, got that weed burnin' that good?
Bad b*tch in my backseat, bad b*tch in my passenger
.40 Glock in that Louis purse, talk that sh*t, it's a massacre
Presidential that Rolie (don't stuff crust my blonde)
Big racks all in my pocket, big smoke all in my lung
Get 5K for a show, I hit the club and I throw that
Cuz I know when I wake up I'mma go get mo racks
Chrome rims with my long chick on a long trip and I'm gon hit
You need a favor you hit me up and then cut the check, and I'm on it
C.O. of my own sh*t, general for that wave game
Y'all n*ggas so di*kless and I always bring my A-game
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[Verse 2]
Now y'all focused up on this money, and I ain't worried 'bout nothin' else
I done count so much bread n*gga, I can count to million by my f*ckin' self
f*ckin' money machine, n*gga, I'm in love with these paper cuts
I'm a real (?) extraordinaire, n*gga, I need my f*ckin' paper cut
Hatin' n*ggas get your money up, fake n*ggas can't f*ck with us
This (?) is in my double cup, my goon n*ggas stay huddled up
I'm papered up and got racks, homie, UPS my packs, homie
Overnight they touch down, just (?), homie
If you don't, that's your choice
I bet your ass get cracked, homie
With that .40 I ain't even playin': like "click-clack" I'll blast, homie
Hold up
Wave, wave game got rack
If EPA got rack, f*ck it, (fifth?) stacks at Saks
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