Getting Paper 2 E

Lowkey like the beat but my hustle stay seen Now. Yeah. This is the remix, man. I go by the name of New Jersey Devil. For sure. It's your boy Four Six, Man. I'm out here with my boy Yurok. What up, Smoke dog? Smoke, Yurok, and Iceberg. Chasing the paper, no days off. Popping all over the whole globe. Benjamins, pounds, and euros. Popping Molly, wilding like a motherfucker. We blowing money, we getting. We getting. Dames on twenties, on fifties, on Hundreds. A couple of bad bitches here freaking. Russian kid, I'm in my zone. Okay. Making some bread to go home. Let's get it. Don't even think about crossing my Road. If you try me, I'm flashing the chrome. Ba-ba. Whether it's hot but my clique always cool. She taking the top off and jump in the Pool. Getting this paper, man, fuck all the haters. They silent when my clique pull up to the Room. I've always been on my shit. Shit. You know me, you know that I'm lit. Uh-huh. Haters be gossiping. Making money. Wiping asses with them big face Hundreds, huh. Flexing Benzes. Playboy bunnies. Zoning all around the globe and we don't give A fuck. Getting paper. Making money. Wiping asses with them big face hundreds, Huh. Flexing Benzes. Yeah. Playboy bunnies. Zoning all around the globe and we don't give A fuck. Fly nigga, we stay fitted, We flick it up. From the bottom, The trenches, we still made it up. Woo. International jurors somewhere in the cut. Maybe Prague with bitches, not giving a fuck. We on that paper prowl. Hoes be trying to save him now. Know how my blicky blaow. Smell how that stinky loud. Beach cruiser with two Glocks, we blow through you. Blow you. Put two in your chest, the rest In your medulla. We get to hitting and splitting. Any nigga tripping. Anybody can get it. Any nigga snitching. I'm from that hood where them niggas jocking up Speeds. Gang bangers and dope dealers, Throw a six. Getting paper. Making money. Wiping asses with them big face hundreds, Huh. Flexing Benzes. Playboy bunnies. Zoning all around the globe and we don't give A fuck. Getting paper. Making money. Wiping asses with them big face hundreds, Huh. Flexing Benzes. Yeah. Playboy bunnies. Zoning all around the globe and we don't give A fuck. Boy, Y-U-R-O-K. I'ma make sure we okay. Yeah, you know the paper straight. Yeah, we on a paper chase. Just like the song say, yeah, we chasing paper, Man. We getting. gotta go and get it all Day. Taking no breaks and yeah, we ain't no Fakes. Showing love, not hate. This is not something I will debate. Got them going crazy coast to coast. Golden State to that frozen place. But Russia ain't no wasteland. Keep something in my waistband. Do it with my dog, what up Smoke, Four Six. Ain't it kind of odd? Now they wanna join the squad. Yeah, we getting cheddar, man. The rubber bands around it and you know we Really do it. These strippers, they be drowning when We really do the movement.