L.E.$.

L.E.$. - Steak N Shrimp

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[Hook]

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

Look, got me a stripper, my steak

My diamonds never be fake

I spit that shit if you ball it

Then you could probably relate

Smelling like ...versace over my eyes

And when you see me in public you see I’m telling no lie

I rap about it, I drive it, I rap about her, I fuck

These niggas see that I’m stunting, I keep that f an tucked

You think you playing me baby, you only playing yourself

Got plenty bitches lil mama, I put that ass on the set

I keep a hand on the grain, she keep her eye on my chain

See I be pimping lil nigga no we ain’t living the same

I’m really getting these digits, I’m really getting these chains

She really up in my chevy, she really giving me brain

I take a sip on my cup, you know I’m sitting on but

I pump them trunks on them large, know I ain’t giving a fuck

Sit on them slangers and vogues, ain’t bout to play with you hoes

I keep it player my nigga, got your bitch in papadose

[Hook]

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

Say man I’m chasing that paper like you be chasing these hoes

And while you steady pursuing I be replacing these hoes

Wrap mine in colors and rigles because we getting them dollars

I got that big mike plan, that burban impalas

I put that gold in my collar, I put that ice in my cup

Got me a box of them sweets, my bitch is rolling them up

My niggas stay showing up, we in that candy we flossing

But they ain’t never surprised because we do it so often

Most of these niggas is tricks, spend it all on the bitch

Closer these niggas will switch, swear to god he a snitch

That’s why my circle is small, I do my dirt one deep

You gotta think like a wolf, don’t wanna end up a sheep

The city sit on my feet, them bitches used to be living

The more niggas is broke, talk bout they used to be getting it

Y’all niggas used to be living but now we running the game

It’s Le$ you bitch, you better tell em the name!

[Hook]

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp

You know I’m bout my

My paper steak n shrimp.

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