Lungz

Lungz - Paper on My Mind lyrics

rate me

Count these tears, 25

All I see is dollar signs

Gotta get that money, gotta get that money

Gotta get my paper up

Only thing that’s on my mind

Ain’t stopping, my mind made up

Count these tears, 25

Sweat, drugs, homicide

All I see is dollar sings

Gotta get that money, gotta get that money

Life… let’s get this money, baby

Niggas be balling on me, niggas be hella shady

I know you fucking hate me, I know you fucking hate me

I’m blowing angry at you

Took a ball on a bar in a top suite

….

And a brother so tight, take a bullet if you can’t breathe

Get a dollar, get a treat, though

Got a partner…say nonstop balling on T, though

We ball …like he know, …like Nino

Fuck that, nigga kept that ego

In a box, tell ‘em niggas in a tea cup

Got a hold up, nigga till the tea close

Fuck that, I’mma try to get my P up

Poor Chris, let me be in that trimmer

You see us how we creep hard or creep down

Gotta get my paper up

Only thing that’s on my mind

Ain’t stopping, my mind made up

Count these tears, 25

Sweat, drugs, homicide

All I see is dollar sings

Gotta get that money, gotta get that money

Gotta get my paper up

Only thing that’s on my mind

Ain’t stopping, my mind made up

Count these tears, 25

Sweat, drugs, homicide

All I see is dollar sings

Gotta get that money, gotta get that money

You ain’t doing nothing

Why the hell you niggas tripping?

And we count till the money pick it up just like the …

Quick, are you kidding?

What that nigga see, all this money up on me

What the fuck is you waiting on

…too crook, too low

B boys put your apron on, I’m too cold to be hated on

Bout to get a vacation, though

Cash money, rich destination …

I’m going places where my pockets take me

Past due on a couple payments

Landlord he keep complaining like

Can’t play with my money, that ain’t funny

…sit outside the crib tonight

That shit right there will blow your mind

I tried to work from 9 to 5 but it will be like murder five

I’m getting tired, our ass took the fall

I’m all that creep talk about, that floor is where I’m not

Answer that but damn, oh, my God

It’s your pain, drag in vain

…so bust that a nigga can’t stay

I can’t sit still, I got eight days

I’m running through the money like a nigga need cake

Gotta get my paper up

Only thing that’s on my mind

Ain’t stopping, my mind made up

Count these tears, 25

Sweat, drugs, homicide

All I see is dollar sings

Gotta get that money, let’s get that money

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