Papoose - Thats My Word Lyrics

That man in that mirror never gonna lie
ThatÂ’s my word, everything gonna multiply
Whole team with me and everybody gonna ride
We ainÂ’t gonna stop till that money stacks sky high

ThatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
ThatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word

Stacking that paper, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
Candy in a white cup thatÂ’s not stirred
Begging that your Maybach make that straight crack work like ASAP word
They fuck boys, nigga, ainÂ’t my turf
Niggas donÂ’t know, homie, they gonna learn
Bring another gray back, bubble like an air mattress
Wrap the Ciroc, rap, thatÂ’s my word
Cadillac pack, in that lack I swerve
Your girl on my lime and she get on my nerve
Pulling on her ponytail, she can suck a joint well
Sent her to the voicemail, she got curve
Put the cocaine on the stove, let it burn
You dance in the pot like you got served
If rap was a crime never asked for the time
IÂ’mma two-time felon, nigga, this my turf

That man in that mirror never gonna lie
ThatÂ’s my word, everything gonna multiply
Whole team with me and everybody gonna ride
We ainÂ’t gonna stop till that money stacks sky high

ThatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
ThatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word

Spitting that fire, that primal desire since the day when I first came out
Now all these niggas hating, they do it for ratings but whatÂ’s all that hating about?
Meanwhile IÂ’m stacking my bread, IÂ’m scratching my head like maybe they hate the amount
Damn, I think like, “sheesh, they called the police soon as I start banging it out”
Notice they calling me this and they calling me that, man, these lames even say IÂ’m a slouch
Always been sick with the lyrics, they thought I was finished but now IÂ’m creating a doubt
I can admit that I took a fall over the years but that ainÂ’t what this game is about
AinÂ’t about how you falling, itÂ’s about how you get up, motherfucker, IÂ’m up for the count
CanÂ’t even eat my dinner, IÂ’m leaving my living room soon as I lay on the couch
Get an email or text, if they ainÂ’t hating me they hate on the name on my spouse
Most of these niggas be hating, they only embracing the news I just made in the south
Never mistake it, this nigga might not get his shaking, you faking, we shaking it out

That man in that mirror never gonna lie
ThatÂ’s my word, everything gonna multiply
Whole team with me and everybody gonna ride
We ainÂ’t gonna stop till that money stacks sky high

ThatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
ThatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, thatÂ’s my word
Nigga, thatÂ’s my word, nigga, thatÂ’s my word
 

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